From the street below
comes drifting
into my
scented room ...
to grow
& grow ...
the sound
of many voices
harmonious
in song,
unable at first
to comprehend ...
but then realizing
"Om Namah Shivaya"
is being repeated
over & over ...
a hymn of praise
from the mouths
& hearts
of women
& girls
to the Great
Lord Shiva,
& it will continue
all evening long.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
From the street below
comes drifting
into my
scented room ...
to grow
& grow ...
the sound
of many voices
harmonious
in song,
unable at first
to comprehend ...
but then realizing
"Om Namah Shivaya"
is being repeated
over & over ...
a hymn of praise
from the mouths
& hearts
of women
& girls
to the Great
Lord Shiva,
& it will continue
all evening long.
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