Porøse vener   

porous veins

I capture the landscape with my body
Blood, sand, stone and water are brought into me,
mixed and distributed to all my organs

My body absorbs, stores and transforms
The landscape is pumped around me
I am fed and maintained

What is only a moment for the stone I hold in my hand is my whole life
I breathe in and out  between moments and eternities
The landscape passes through me