Monday, April 2, 2012

Point of Still





There is a place. Between the top of the inhale and the bottom of the exhale. In breathwork we are often told to pause there. It is my favorite place because there is no thought. It is as dark, quiet and still as a cool lake at the bottom of a cave. With breath my brain is ceaseless, full and noisy. Without it I am still full, even more so. I am everywhere. It is the most me there is but I cannot stay. I must always leave too soon.

5 comments:

Mrs. One Day said...

This is truly beautiful. "With breath my brain is ceaseless, full and noisy." What a lovely line.

Abby said...

Beautiful, both the photo and the sentiment.

Stephanie B. @B4Steph said...

In yoga class the other day we had a pranayama breathing session. I'm not that practiced in the art of it and so find it awkward. But I know what you mean. You can lose yourself in it, and find yourself at the same time.

Susi aka Sinead said...

Lovely. I love still. Too little of that in today's society.

Catherine said...

Yes, Stephanie, beautifully put! That is it exactly and I love it.

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