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Jun 2014
Incense mists rise from
the beautifully decorated altar
bowls of prasadam
bananas, apples, bright oranges
offered at Your Lotus Feet
Vedic hymns
hypnotic, chants
flood the prayer room
I gaze through the smoke and fog
my eyes tightly shut
sound asleep
feels like aeons
how I pray to awaken
at long last
Sonya Ki Tomlinson
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Sonya Ki Tomlinson  Palm Bay, Florida
(Palm Bay, Florida)   
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