Morning and Soul Meditations

 REFLECTIONS AT THE DAWN

I wake up slowly in the morning, feeling the cold in the air and the warmth of my dormant body. I had repeated dreams, from dreaming about a president to witnessing the massacre of innocent people.

I get out of bed and look intently at the mountains. The mist covering the peaks, the birds out of their nests, a light morning silence, and a new day opening up for everyone.

I look at myself in the mirror and see my face, my material condition, my spiritual aspirations, and the maturation of my existential position. I get up to start another day; in the early hours of the morning, I meditate on my life.

Existing in the present, constantly changing, will I continue to persist on the path I set out to walk? The steps I direct myself to take? Where am I going, and why can't I return?

I am living one day at a time, but I wonder and question if I will live this life, maintaining my successes, aiming for achievements, dissipating desires, vices, and fears. If I incarnated in this world without remembering everything, out of love or obligation, I will live fully until I achieve the lightness of my heart.

Because I look at myself in the present, carrying the marks of the past, the anxieties of the future, the scars on my body, and the constant signs warning me to stay on this globe until I understand and contemplate the death of my being. Once I perceive life's circumstances unfolding, reverberating in my soul, the farewell with calm in the face of total surrender, waiting for nothing.