As I sit on my verandah and watch the crows br fly towards the soon rising light beyond the distant ranges, br the quiet hills and sky, the gently waving trees br await their sungod - br br And then, in the very moment of sunrise br beamed over them in gold br they echo back a silent exhalation of praise, br a booming silence, br a breath of thanks, br glorious acceptance of the gift br pantheons of praise, around and round the Earth, forever br as the sun rays the new day br over the perpetually rolling horizon. br br What a breath! Seen between perceptions br on the fulcrum of a question. br br My person feels so little, tied down, br but the soul partakes br in its natural element br the world, and all its weaving rhythms, br silent communications in br pulses of power.