AT THE TEMPLE

Leaves sweep the floor

with broom of an awakened wind,

flow of unflinching faith

silences conflicts in shaky mind;

an unseen  force  uncovers outer skin

letting us see  deep within,

a lotus sits inside the dark sanctorum

in wait for light to be seen ;

now a pull from some hands unseen

takes us nearest to ourselves ,

we feel  we are petals of that lotus

lit up with love’s breezy shakes .

@ copy right: saroj k. padhi/17.01.15