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.