In the dimly lit hut
The little fairy blows the white conch shell
And lights her tiny oil lamp
Makes sure her deity is garlanded
And sandal paste put on its forehead
She offers sweetmeats on banana leaves
They will become Prasad bearing blessings
She closes her eyes and sings
The soulful music lights the celestial lamps
Every atom vibrates with devotion
She becomes Prayer herself
Rising fragrance from the incense stick
Envelops the devotee’s world
This is very beautifully meditative, Sumana.
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Deletethank you Mary.
wonderful imagination and lovely poem:)
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Deletethanks Vandana :)
Very evocative Suamana! I can see this little fairy!
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Deletethanks Gabriella...
"She becomes Prayer herself" - how beautiful is that? As a believer in all things faery, this touched me so much! Beautiful, Sumana.
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Deletethanks Talon..
thanks for the look in on the ritual...and the same line as talon...becoming the prayer...so integral to most faiths....
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Deletethe ritual sometimes prepare the mind for meditation.....thanks Brian for dropping by
This is lovely, especially "she becomes prayer itself". Serenity!
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Deletethanks Sherry....
I agree with Sherry, so lovely and I too love the line "she becomes prayer itself"
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Deletethanks Lisa.....
I enjoyed reading your piece!
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it's always good to know, even a bit, about the rituals of another religion.. :)
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Well done, Sumana! I love that you detailed "sandal paste...sweetmeats...banana leaves". Thank you!
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Deletethanks Adam for your kind comment....
....and following. ;)
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Deletethank you :)