Serenity washes over me with such quietness only the wind would feel her waves.  As I follow my breath I go deeper into the power place below my navel.  The sun shines over a golden autumn day with the stag standing in the lake of gold.  I search for pain to ease it away from all memory of my body; past the place of silence to seek out my silent witness for within him my power is born.  The omnipresence of being is in a sun filled prism of a snow flake mantra, one I use to feed my soul.  Beauty is in the eye of the rendering of the fat of another.