Morning tea

Is there anything better than

A tea on the deck in the

Early morning sun, its warmth

Tickling the skin, its breeze

Caressing the hair the face

The cool of the ground on feet

And the world waking slowly.

First the birds, then the humans,

Then eventually the cars and

All their fuss and bother, but

For a time there is just quiet

And warmth and silence and

Solitude and the thoughts that

Burble out and beyond.

Recognising that this is all me, and

I am all this. I am indistinguishable

From the All that sprawls out beyond

My body, I am one and I bring

To me that which I will. There is

Comfort in such communion with the

Universe, with the great spirit that unifies

Us all. Comfort in the knowledge that

I can be alone yet always together

Forever blessed in these mornings

On the deck with my tea.