Reflection on Breath is a brief personal reflection following a weekend retreat in January of 2011. Enjoy.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, What is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
Reflection on Breath
Journal entry, Sunday, 5:25 AM
I am sitting quietly with pen and breath,
breathing bodies actually
as I try to write.
Because at 5:25 AM, I am staffing a retreat
of Quaker junior Highers and thirty plus
are plopped about, exhausted refugees
from the day before, whose collective breathing
rises, falls, rattles, snorts and sighs in a
timeless human symphony.
I was writing something else.
But the power and presence of breath
and breathing, the gentleness and hope of it
moving from old day to new
is itself its own warm blanket covering all,
keeping each within
and waiting world without.
Kabir poem, from the Kabir Book, 1971, Beacon Press. Translated by Robert Bly. Kabir was a 15th century Indian poet and mystic.