"He thought of the hour in that other southern garden (Capri) when the call of a bird did not, so to speak, break off at the edge of his body, but was simultaneously outside and in his innermost being, uniting both into one uninterrupted space in which, mysteriously protected, only one single piece of purest deepest consciousness remained." Rainer Maria Rilke
Write about your perception of boundaries. Do you feel an intimacy with what's around you? Does a space exist between you and something or someone else? What does that feel like?
Consider surfaces and hands grasping items. Explore the borders of presence and a hug. Where do you notice disharmony and the shimmer of heat or cold air? Delive into body sensations and music. Taste in textures.
Examine the border experience in writing.
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