Somewhere in between deep sleep and morning wakefulness. In that moment between darkness and light..before the mind is fully aware and awake. Sometime in the stillness...in the quiet.
One eye open..the other still shut tight.
The body knows it must rise and shine....the brain is still wishing the world away..pleading for a few more minutes of rest and repose.
Drifting. In and out....out and in. Breathing. Looking and seeing everything and all...and nothing.
I envied her calm...her center...her ability to find peace in such a twisted pose. I wondered what it was she was thinking...if she was thinking anything at all? I wondered what it was she was feeling way down deep inside?
Was she aware of her body...her calm...her steady slow breath? Was she aware of her reflection? Did she know how simply beautiful she was? In that state that lies somewhere between consciousness and not?