Early morning jogging. The silence and emptiness of the streets, the contrast between the softness in the air and the rough touch of my sneakers on the ground. Balance, focusing on what is ahead and at the same time feeling the present moment.

the morning bareness

opens the heart to the soul

whispers of promise

stop. breathe. listen the sacred

each step counts, self-discover

Tanka Tuesday this week is tanka prose consisting of a preface and a tanka poem.