Morning Prayer

That first hour of lightIntroduces dayTo the foggy mountainsDesperately trying toMark the sunrise.I sit in darknessGuided by a candleAnd incense burningWith a cup of teaWarming chilled hands.Silence visits me,And no thoughts tugAnywhere in myCerebral cortex.I stare out wardsThen inwards.I am the light,The mountain,The room,And the vastnessOf infinity.Another day allows meTo partake of itsDivine gifts.How very blessed I am....