It Is An Early Morning


  It is 6:11 in the morning and cold.                                                                                                       I love the quiet, the solitude, the soft character of freedom                                                            to read, to write and to contemplate without distraction.                                                               The big tree outside is a silent witness,                                                                                             so are the plants and the flowers  and the birds.                                                                             I would say this early morning is sufficient for my longing.                                                           It reminds me that this experience is a nicely written poetry                                                    about healing in a thousand ways,                                                                                                       it is about a sense of clarity and spaciousness,                                                                                 it is a landscape of truth and love and beauty and hope,                                                               it is about a cup of hot green tea,                                                                                                        it is about participating in a daily ritual of long ago,                                                                slowly flowing with the rhythm of time,                                                                                          it is something inner that softly strums the strings of our soul,                                                  it is about the absence of questions and answers,                                                                    only wallowing in a sweet state of just being,                                                                                of simply knowing intimately that this early morning                                                                    is a quiet celebration of the human spirit.


About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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8 Responses to It Is An Early Morning

  1. maskednative says:

    Early morning is such that nothing else in the day can match. Your written comparisons fit beautifully.

  2. Hariod Brawn says:

    Wonderfully evocative as always Virgilio; and yes, the day’s celebratory stirrings, recognised well by most animals, less so perhaps the human animal.

  3. Geo Sans says:

    small sips
    hands wrapped around
    glazed clay
    absorbing heat

  4. Such a pleasure to enjoy these peaceful moments you share with us.

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