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.