When the morning is silent like this, things settle to the floor, and it's easy to see them, and just observe. It's nice to be able to just be. Be unattached to thoughts and feelings and just watch them.
What's there? What's here?
Everything that has been there before. Everything is still there. Still here.
The heart, the soul, the spirit.
The feelings.
The pulses.
Namaste
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