Sitting in the silent stillness
Of the early morning.
Clouds cover the rising of the sun
Delaying daylight for a little while longer.
Makes for a cozy morning inside,
Warmed with a blanket and some tea,
Only small patches of skin exposed
To the cool morning air,
Gently breathed through open windows.
I find myself alone and not
At the same time,
Lonely and supported
At the same time.
To live in this body
Is to feel loneliness,
To be a spirit
Is to be connected.
Since I, now am spirit living in body
I am lonely and connected
Which can be confusing
When thought upon too much.
This is what happens to me most mornings. Deep thoughts accompanied by silence, calm and peace.
What do you think about in the morning?