The body in the morning
..moving and tingling
How everything feels so perfect
But to take that purest of feelings
And move it from the room with the heated floors
And into the world
It’s a transition
A bridge of sorts
That which I still work to construct
Not feverishly, but I suppose consciously
These fine lines
They blur at times
While confusion sets in, I clear
Where do I want to be?
What do I want to do?
Where shall I go?
Yoga words “First, you must learn to sit still..before you move.”