Madurai

by abracadabra   May 26, 2012


Inside, the temple is cool.
God is made of incense, marigolds and damp stone.
God plays between the carved pillars.
A woman cries as she prays.
She presses god between her palms,
applies powdered god to her head,
sprinkles liquid god over her hair,
holds fire god to her heart.
She goes home, walking through god and on god and to god.
Later, she cooks dinner, ladling
big bowlfuls of god for her children.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Mohan

    Very nice i am also felt this little bit few months ago..

  • 13 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Now I am hungry

  • 13 years ago

    by Unknown

    I love this! Such a great way to show that God is everywhere! 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    Inside, the Temple is cool.

    I see a firestorm, a question of "am I, on
    the right path",

    and the nourishment of God,
    "pardon the Perfect Noun",

    ladeled to children eager for
    soup and Bread.

    What better time to teach children
    than at supper time.

    Peace and Blessings

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    This took my breath away. I just love the repetition of God intended to show that He is everywhere and anything reflects his presence. Awesome.

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