Incense mists rise from
the beautifully decorated altar
bowls of prasadam
bananas, apples, bright oranges
offered at Your Lotus Feet
Vedic hymns
hypnotic, chants flood
the prayer room
I gaze through the smoke and fog
my eyes tightly shut
sound asleep
feels like aeons
how I pray to awaken
at long last
I was sitting in bhajans (devotional singing) listening to Vedic chanting. The deep longing for union with God amidst the outward temporal haze of unconsciousness surfaced.
I also like the fragrance of the sandalwood. You sound like me. I put all the goodies in front of my mom's and dad's photo. to offer to them. I'm somehow confused about you ending though. Perhaps it's just me.
Ron
Sandie