The world is one system. Everything we use is used and everything new is old news. That is why there is baraka(blessing) in breath. There is also turmoil, sadness, triumph and exuberance. Each emotion ever felt is dancing in the air around us. We in or exhaled it and we in or exhale it.
Someone’s dying breath that they weakly parted with as they passed from this world could be a newborn’s first inhale.
The one who glances upon the face of a person they love, takes a prolonged inhale, then holds it somewhere suspended in space and time, and then is gently forced into a slow release- all the energy packed into that breath becomes yours or mine.
In the same way the Prophet breathed, may Allah bless him and grant him peace. He and his companions, they breathed together. The companions and their followers, they breathed together. The followers and their disciples, they breathed together. We have a community of breaths. Joining with those who are active, conscious participants in this community connects one to the master of breaths, our Prophet.
The word for breath is Arabic is so closely connected to the word for self and the meaning of a thing cherished and precious. Not only because breath, in all its subtlety, is the cycle that keeps us alive, but also because breath carries precious secrets like the breath we trace back to the Prophet. The word for childbed, the condition of a woman in the process of giving birth, also derives from the word for breath. The mother and her child also form their own small community of breath- passing inconspicuous love notes to each other.
In English we find a similar efficiency of the word meaning breath from the Latin root SPIR-. Respire, inspire, aspire, conspire, spirit, spiritual; meaning the process of breath, the bestowal of breath, the ascent of breath, breathing together, the essential breath, the nature and affectation of the breath, respectively.
This is old wisdom.
God is Greater
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