This is an important thing.
This ceiling.

Silence drapes in
light shades of the color
of whatever emotion is occurring

Blooming in cloud shaped ideas about existence,
does a being of consciousness observe itself
looking at the ceiling.

As a being observes itself
it does not look at the minor things
like of its thoughts or
maybe
its persona

No
as a being looking
at this ceiling
we feel the breathing
and we ponder
the very idea of
existence.

This ceiling,
its important.