As autumn deepens the magnificent sunsets return.
Looking to the west from my garden, our star, in one final emblazon, bids farewell to the day.
This flaming salutation is marked by an increasing stillness from the land.
It is a moment of quiet reflection and I am sure of gratitude too, from the life forms within this ecology.
This is the first prayer of our kind, an ancient tradition that long predates temple and spire.
This is the sacred silence that is spoken of by all aboriginal people.
It is the Great Spirit, manifest in our busy lives.
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