In your deepest silence, there is an impulse that moves by itself. A natural, circulating energy. Undulating. Like the warm sea. A wonderful wavy sea of wakeful breathing.
Sometimes when you swim on the surface, you are tossed by the waves. Those turbulent waves of mind and madness.
Merge and submerge into deeper breathing. Your awareness settles down. Immersed, you cease to resist. Surrounding. Circulating.
Your awareness is flowing as your breath.