Quite a few ‘being-breathers’ have experienced the ah-ha moment of yes, actually I am being breathed. Even without experiencing it, the mind can accept that there is indeed something that breathes me, and the most easily accepted identity of it is the autonomic nervous system. On the other hand, there seems to be some uncertainty about the ‘breathe me’ command. Although it is explained in fussy detail in the Broody book, it is not easy to wrap one’s mind around it… quite rightly, because it doesn’t belong with the mind.
What purr-fect timing enna, as I have just finished broody blue.
In your exposition and expounding of the breathe-me, oh, so soft, command somewhere ‘back there’ , attention and focus has never dwelt so subtly in what feels invisible at my back, between shoulder blades; almost as if I’ve cultivated 360° vision of a gentle, relaxed kind, and not the steamy yogic laser passage of trying to ‘grab’ hold of a new technique.
It is indeed paradoxical in how I have felt a merging of this new command of non-doing life, and further, an indelible anchor amidst the collapsing scenery where not a single person is beyond the bullying death throes of human interference. In breathe-me, you offer an immense mooring to the magic of this human ocean of delight, so historically polluted by regimes, intent on anything other than safe havens amidst the raging storm of transition.
All my hats off to you, the messenger of true human joy within reach of those with eyes, ears and hearts to ponder. Thank you.
Enna, you have a gift for describing what (to me) has been ineffable. Perhaps it is your reverence for and observation of nature and the most humble and uncorrupted non-human beings that speaks so clearly to me. Many ‘a-ha’ moments.
What purr-fect timing enna, as I have just finished broody blue.
In your exposition and expounding of the breathe-me, oh, so soft, command somewhere ‘back there’ , attention and focus has never dwelt so subtly in what feels invisible at my back, between shoulder blades; almost as if I’ve cultivated 360° vision of a gentle, relaxed kind, and not the steamy yogic laser passage of trying to ‘grab’ hold of a new technique.
It is indeed paradoxical in how I have felt a merging of this new command of non-doing life, and further, an indelible anchor amidst the collapsing scenery where not a single person is beyond the bullying death throes of human interference. In breathe-me, you offer an immense mooring to the magic of this human ocean of delight, so historically polluted by regimes, intent on anything other than safe havens amidst the raging storm of transition.
All my hats off to you, the messenger of true human joy within reach of those with eyes, ears and hearts to ponder. Thank you.
Lovely Enna, really. I hope you don't mind me posting my favorite poem, a "Sophianic" poem by Ibn Arabi. I think the experience of this poem relates.
Listen, O dearly Beloved!
I am the reality of the world, the center of the circumference,
I am the parts and the whole.
I am the will established between Heaven and Earth,
I have created perception in you only in order to be the object of my perception.
If then you perceive me, you perceive yourself.
But you cannot perceive me through yourself.
It is through my eyes that you see me and see yourself,
Through your eyes you cannot see me.
Dearly beloved!
I have called you so often and you have not heard me.
I have shown myself to you so often and you have not seen me.
I have made myself fragrance so often, and you have not smelled me.
Savorous food, and you have not tasted me.
Why cannot you reach me through the object you touch
Or breathe me through sweet perfumes?
Why do you not see me? Why do you not hear me?
Why? Why? Why?
For you my delights surpass all other delights,
And the pleasure I procure you surpasses all other pleasures.
For you I am preferable to all other good things,
I am Beauty, I am Grace.
Love me, love me alone.
Love yourself in me, in me alone.
Attach yourself to me,
No one is more inward than I.
Others love you for their own sakes,
I love you for yourself.
And you, you flee from me.
Dearly Beloved!
You cannot treat me fairly,
For if you approach me,
It is because I have approached you.
I am nearer to you than yourself,
Than your soul, than your breath.
Who among creatures
would treat you as I do?
I am jealous of you over you,
I want you to belong to no other,
Not even to yourself.
Be mine, be for me as you are in me,
Though you are not even aware of it.
Dearly beloved!
Let us go toward union.
And if we find the road
That leads to separation,
We will destroy separation.
Let us go hand in hand.
Let us enter the presence of Truth.
Let it be our judge
And imprint its seal upon our union
For ever.
ibn Arabi
Enna, you have a gift for describing what (to me) has been ineffable. Perhaps it is your reverence for and observation of nature and the most humble and uncorrupted non-human beings that speaks so clearly to me. Many ‘a-ha’ moments.