Breathing, shared breath. Containing everything, embracing everything.
One breath.
Feels like no breath. And yet, yes there is breath and strangely, simultaneously there is no breath. Such intimacy, such mystery!
We call it breath. What is it we are calling breath? What is it?
The mind is satisfied with its symbols, its schematics, its narrative. 
But are you fulfilled with symbols?
What a mystery presence, awareness is!
I am fulfilled by remaining as the mystery of being and sinking ever deeper in and as this mystery.
While I feel like sharing, I know you as my very self. One seamless borderless aware presence.