From the temple of my beloved, I did roam,
To the house of the Lord from where I was thrown.
Wandering Babas invited me to smoke and talk,
When money was asked, from this place I did walk.
Then a Sadhu urged me to sit and drink chai,
But even this place I knew was not mine.
Searching, searching from each holy place to the next,
I found an empty chair where I decided to rest.
And there standing before me was the God of my temple,
Where I am always invited and the truth is simple
"To merge with the divine one must cease to covet,
For always united in One is the lover and her beloved."
Pushkar
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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