The sum total of our life is a breathby Abu-Said Abil-Kheir
English version by Vraje Abramian
Original Language Persian/Farsi
The sum total of our life is a breath
spent in the company of the Beloved.
|-- from Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, Translated by Vraje Abramian|
/ Photo by bee wolf ray /
I find it fascinating that "breath" and "life" and "spirit" are synonyms in many languages and cultures. When you read sacred writings and the word "spirit" is used, substitute the word "breath" and see how the meaning changes and expands.
This connection between breath - life - spirit is much deeper than the simple observation that the living breathe and the dead do not.
We tend to think in terms of borders and boundaries, constantly noting what separates ourselves, mentally and physically, from everything else. But the reality is that there is a constant flow of awareness across those borders. Every one of us has the unseen movement of the breath. Through the breath, what is outside becomes inside; what is non-self becomes self. And what was self is released again out into the world. This is communion, nothing less.
That inbreath of yours is the outbreath of another. The air we breathe is the breath of all.
A deep breath opens the chest and expands the heart. A full breath requires us to feel. We feel ourselves, and we feel others. Feeling, too, is communion. When feeling is shut down, the breath is shut down, and life has become limited.
The currents of the breath continuously teach us that the boundaries of self exist only in the mental map. In reality, we flow out into the universe, and the universe flows back in. The only way to secure our borders is to stop breathing, which is, of course, death. Life requires breath, and we live in each other, in the same breath.
When we really breathe, with a sense of the fulness of life, we might just come to the same conclusion that Sheikh Abu-Said Abil-Kheir came to: An individual's lifetime may be brief or long, the experiences of life may be tangible or fleeting, but this communal breath - life - spirit in which we participate, is the very breath of the Beloved.