-_ Diary Of A Poet _-_ Chapter I _-

Introduction

   The idea of these chapters arises from the spirit of wanting to share with the readers the idea that Literature and Poetry can accompany us at every step, even in the most everyday actions.

   For it I use my approach to life or to the world; my point of view.

   It also comes along with wanting to share with Steemit's community/family, anecdotes that have really happened to me in my daily life or that a I've carried out, just as I have done with close friends on Facebook, for example.

   It is also a small statement of intent that encourages all future budding writers to the idea that we can do literature of anything practically.

Thursday, February 16th, 2017

   Since it is part of the ritual of almost every night, I turn off all the lights and put soft classical music; I light an incense stick, sit on a yoga mat, and observe the outline of a Buddhist figure that cuts against the dim light that enters through the window; The smoke of the incense begins to wrap with its shreds to the figure; I relax the body and the mind helping me with gentle deep breaths; I do three different yoga postures than the night before and when I finish, I adopt the lotus or the warrior posture and I begin with ten to twenty minutes of meditation; Once finished, I get up from the mat, switch off the classical music, and slip into bed.

   Morpheus does the rest...