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Nov 2019
Thrice fold bent,
    one arrow gleaming-
from which we are sent
    all is one
          or at least seeming.
God must be asleep,
          yes, dreaming.
Side road tent,
    plastic tarp teeming-
Come one come all!
    Torii gate beaming~
Some rise some fall,
    Krishna consciousness streaming-
Ten Thousand beings enthralled,
    now just for the meaning...
Part 3 of 4 of #4Post-Cards
Written by
Kenshō  M
     Christine Ely, Bogdan Dragos and Kenshō
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