Cold early Sunday morning.
Eating breakfast alone while I think.
The pale early morning light calms
while the cold breeze makes its presence known
through the dancing branches of trees.
Solitude is quiet. The dogs are still asleep.
There is healing and gentle disposition of the heart.
My mind is swept by the serene character of this existence.
There is no need to ask questions.
This is not about philosophy.
This is about the constant renewing of what is
inside me that cannot be seen which most of the time
I am not aware of. It only manifests when I look
at things differently than before.
And I just happen to know.
That unseen leads the way to a path
that is so narrow and I just humbly submit.
It is the only right thing to do,
the only right path to follow.
And it lightens and softens my heavy load
every step of the way.
Though I must admit it is never easy.
Virgilio is on a quiet journey...and wondering... 
It’s a good thing you posted it here Ver.
Thanks, Arlene. There’s a reason for everything. I felt something that I have to post it here.
Thank you for letting me sit with you this morning Virgilio.
“My mind is swept by the serene character of this existence.” Let us rest in this place for a while.
Thanks, Val. Be still.
Your beautiful sensitive soul is a gem Virgilio. Thank you for the deep honesty that you bring me to each time. Peace and blessings. Sharon
Thanks, Sharon, for the kind words.
very interesting piece. the part that begins “There is no need to ask questions” grabbed me because i am always asking questions, and then i found your reasons for saying that helpful. I also appreciate the honesty of the last line.
Thanks for the kind words, sanberdooboy. There are times when we just go beyond questioning.