the mountains in morning sun abide, massive, enduring, earth bowing in deep pranam, praying to the golden light in silent rapt communion. trees lift their limbs in worship, mudras of unceasing adoration to radiant giver sun. leaves murmur poems of praise, roots cling in deep earth embrace. the sky extends into space ever open to the sun -- its urgent throbbing presence, its intelligent glory. the sky is the lens of love. things speak continually of this globe of primal fire gliding through clear lambent air. i share their celebration in words like flowers blooming in a high mountain meadow, each petal a namaste to the living light of love.