Morning meditation

  Quietly the insects flew from flower to flower, birds just minding their nests in silence, snakes resting in the grass on the wet earth. Even the rooster did not wake me today. I stood.  Squinting me eyes in the morning sun I noticed the absence of noise.  The air was even silent today,  I inhaled the damp dew suspended in the air.  Prayerful pose I said my greetings to the universe in a whisper.  Blowing out as a kiss to the south I say "I Love you my brothers, what can I do for you today"?  And to the west I breath in the arid air, the hot air, the breath of Coyote howling her firery intents.  I raise my arms to the north to see vulture high above riding the thermals, staying aloft in the heavens. While east,  my ancestors smile and join in as I light the sage,  the smoke of purity.   Father sky sends down the power as I stand upon the dirt of life.  Root myself to the center of time and place,  the here and now.   I light up my soul and begin again.