Be aware--your body, your breath, your surroundings. The seat or ground beneath you; the ceiling or sky above you. Hear each sound--rustling foliage; passing cars on the road; birds; the air.
Know and consider that the being of the triune Creator binds together the very fabric of reality. Consider the sacred immanence of the Creator among creation. Know his enduring pervasive nearness to all he has made. Know he loves all he has made.
Consider that the Creator has made you a temple. Matter housing spirit. Creator among creation. Consider; he has removed the barrier between your spirits. The creator binds you together. He also invites you, personally, to sacred fellowship.
Let your mind and consciousness sink to the pit of your chest, to your most vulnerable depths, to your spirit. You are naked and present with the infinite ocean of sacred being.
You stand in the temple of your heart. Its steps and columns are blood, flesh and synapse. The temple pulses grotesquely with the beating of your heart. Inside, still and strangely cool, initial darkness gives way to a vast, never-ceasing vista of scented smoke and impossibly bright rays of glory. You have an audience with the eternal mysterious person who holds you together sub-atomically and beyond.
Before your eyes, behold the majesty of the master of galaxies and quarks and stars and sand and the very electrical pulse animating your beating heart and the pallid grey wetware substrate of your finite consciousness. Remaining aware of this impossible being--his nearness, his openness, his readiness for fellowship--know that you have just barely begun to be ready to pray.
Speak, for your lord is listening.
"He himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together." ~ Colossians 1:17
"To pray is to descend with the mind into the heart, and there to stand before the face of the Lord, ever-present, all-seeing, within you." ~ St. Theophan the Recluse