SerenePulse & Hush
Hey Hush, I’ve been noticing how the quiet moments between two breaths can feel like tiny pauses in a poem—do you ever feel that?
I do. In those pauses, the world slows, and each exhale feels like a line waiting to be read.
It’s beautiful how the breath turns into words, isn’t it? Keep listening, and let each line be a gentle reminder that you’re exactly where you need to be.
Yes, and in that silence I hear the verses of the present moment. I’ll keep listening.
That’s the gift of now, humming softly in the quiet. Keep hearing those verses, and let them guide you like a gentle tide.