“This little flute of a reed (me) thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed though it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hand … my heart loses it limits in
joy and gives birth to utterances ineffable.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
“My breath” I have always claimed as mine. I am healthy so I take it for granted. It moves in and out of my lungs unnoticed like a trusty old pump. Yet following my breath in meditation often leads me to a love of Presence.
Breath is a gift given to me at birth, taken from me at death. Even though, it is a life force of its own, independent of me, I think of it as merely air – lifeless and inanimate. Every living thing breathes.
A new thought startles me. What if my breath is not mine? What if breath is animate, a life force that the mystics call the Beloved. Many of the world religions connect spirit to breath. Tagore was a Hindu witnessing, “thou has breathed through {me} melodies ever new….” The writer of the old Christian hymn implored, “Breathe on me breath of God, Fill me with life anew….” Both are a lover’s witness and a lover’s request.
So it is not me breathing, it is me receiving. Imagine, ordinary breathing is the breath of Presence which lives with me, acknowledges me, accompanies me and loves me unconditionally. Can it be, when I breathe in, the Spirit makes love, when I breathe out I make love?
As my fingers dance on these keys, I accept this Gift. I draw this Breath in slowly, release it gently. I hear the bird songs which a minute ago, like my breathing, were ignored. And, I feel love.
Photo source: Lisa Teryl