The Third Body...

¡Hola! Everybody,
It should come as no surprise that it is when things become most challenging that we are compelled to apply the work – walk that walk. A couple of people have pointed out that I am not myself these days, and they are telling a truth. I guess now is the time to apply the principles I live by even more intensely. There really is no other option, is there?

I love the following poem because it speaks so eloquently of the core of relationships. When you share feelings and intimacy with another, it’s like giving birth to a child – a third body sort of speaking. And that third body is the manifestation of the relationship…

Today's Bog artwork, Intimacy III, is by the Malaysian artist Eng Tay

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A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each Other

A man and a woman sit near each other,
and they do not long
at the moment to be older, or younger,
nor born in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are,
talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom
we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have made a promise to love that body.
Age may come, parting may come,
death will come.
A man and a woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
someone we know of, whom we have never seen.

-- Robert Bly