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.