I am looking into a very deep, ink black well with a sense of desperation, so I tell myself to stay with the fear/uncertainty and focus on my heart. As I keep looking and staying in my heart, the blackness turns into a tunnel that opens to the limitlessness of a star-riddled, night sky. Was I ever really looking into a limited well or was that just the veil on my heart? Another image instead of a voice while meditating.
Life is becoming the distraction until I can get back to the stillness. The inner quiet is the refuge and I am learning to find it in the midst of any/all sound, smell, or activity.
To deny the changeableness of life is like fancying a motionless sea, which can only exist in one's imagination.
Bowl of Saki, December 6, by Hazrat Inayat Khan 
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