Simplicity

Morning jogging ritual

I am in the cool of the amber morning
breathing in the air that is new,
waking up my soul.
Each time my sole returns to earth
the touch resounds inside my bones
and I am not thinking of anything at all
while next to me the grasses wave
and it seems to be simplicity.
The sun touches only the tip of my skin
creating curves and wrinkles of light
as strong as they are quiet.
My path, it isn't lonely,
but rather sonorous when I'm alone;
because the beauty wells in me
and flows from my soul to fill this place
when the sun has risen and the
world stands still
in the cool of the amber morning.