When I am all alone and quiet.
The stillness startles me.
How on earth could I just think about me; my life;
my purpose; my needs?
Surely thinking of others...
Thinking of my loved ones would be more noble?
Yet as I try to think about me and reconnect to me.
I find every excuse to break off the connection.
Returning to me.
Not as easy as I thought.
I guess to be truly brave;
I have to persist in the connection to me.
For once you are clear on who you are.
You are clear on your role for the ones you love.