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