Sitting alone, yet not lonely, in a corner

I was singing alone, in fact I was thanking.

Thank god, "Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure."

I was thanking that I can be near myself, to

rekindle the spirit of togetherness.

I can think without fear, and with courage to be independent.

Thank god for kindling the fire inside me.

I could be with my roots.

Thank god for letting off the prisoner in me.

I could think of needs and wants.

Thank god for breaking the unbreakable chains of illusion.

Thank god for letting me the dust off from the wooden almirah that was kept for the future.

Thank god for taking me to the depth of truth.

Thank god for making moist my arid heart.

Thank god for thanking the ones mightier than thee.

Thank god for giving time to salute the saviours.

Thank god for offering prayers.

Moving from the centre, I am cornered, thank god.

I was thanking for "a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards."