listening to the inner self, to the stillness of ones breath can be a tricky venture. like a slippery sort of creature the inner quiet eludes us with it’s jumping about, it’s perpetual hiding and lurking in the shadows. my mind often wanders, walking from room to room in search of answers and preoccupied with notions of uncertain stimulations. it is only when i take the pause and breathe in the quiet that my mind slows it’s pace and begins to settle into the heart. it is there in its settling that the mind begins to rest and sleeps to the mysterious rhythms of the hearts beating. once still, all seems to fade….fleeting, yet power-filled, my being turns inward into a place all it’s own…untouched…pure…endless. i long for these moments.