A flower of prayer and thanksgiving

My imagination might take me anywhere. 
Yet I only inhabit this life here
in this body, 
this body which is quite interested 
in having a more concentrated relationship with me. 

Even now, all of the very fine energies 
that are concentrated in this body 
the energies that its atoms are made of, 
the energies that draw them together into molecules, 
the energies that collect the molecules in cells, 
the conversations between energies that cause the cells 
to cooperate in organs 

all of them building together in concert
to this moment here and now 
where I am breathing in and breathing out 

and in terms of the life of the human being, 
as with all the other creatures of the air and the earth,
this breathing in and out 
is a truly sacred gift that fills me
not just with air

but at its root draws in the glory 
that resides throughout the planet itself. 

And as this gift of breath 
deposits the fundamental element of glory in each cell

in the flesh, 
in the blood 

as it deposits the glory in my bones 
and this glory comes to rest 
in the marrow of my being

I meet a moment where an organic gratitude arises. 

This gratitude is deeply connected 
to the gift of receiving this life. 

And like all things, 
this gratitude is a creature that grows in me. 

And as it grows, 
I realize that the flower that it grows within me, 
which wishes to bloom, 
is a flower of prayer and thanksgiving.