Usually, breathing is referred to as inhale and exhale. But when we relax and pay attention, we’ll find that there is a third part, a space in-between the time of the exhale and the inhale – a pause, a few seconds, a sacred space in time when there is nothing, a moment during which the world inside of us quiets.
That space is my universe. In that sacred space, I know I don’t need to remember to breathe in, my body remembers for me. And I don’t have to control my breath’s length, my body knows how long it should be.
In that sacred space, I actually don’t feel that I am breathing, but that I am breathed.
In that sacred space, for a moment, I can stop chasing whatever we chase in life: happiness, money, the train, the kids, the dog, or our own tail. No more chasing – for a moment. In the space between out-breath and in-breath I reside, and, consciously or not, I am surrendered to something much larger than me.
Instead of chasing the world, I can follow. And by following, I have arrived, manifested in my essence, which is always there, and always has been, to find a language older than words, to find the letter to myself that was written a long time ago.
And the most amazing thing is that this sacred space, this opportunity, resides in my chest every twelve seconds.
Thank you, to whoever is breathing me.
Originally posted 2014-02-20 21:51:28.
This is great and thank you for sharing! Deepak Chopra talks about something similar to this in the Seven Laws of Spiritual Success, which I have been listening to. What you are bringing up relates to the idea of pure potential being in the spaces between breaths, between thoughts, between any things we might normally have our attention on.
Peace,
Liz