It is visual,
the floral floors,,
the colour choice,
yellow and brilliant,
mild red and modest,
the intricate pillars,
the wooden embellishments.
keep us in a trance.
The temple breathes life,
chants resonate,divinity
permeates, discover
an oneness, an impressive
musical concert follows
espy no flamboyance,
lead us to an excitement.
Spared of an indulgence
the prayer takes us
to another level
the spirit traverses
rises, flies high
descends fairly slow
leave us secure,
Back in the soil
the heart feels light
peace encircles,
the mind throws out
fear and malaise
in one stroke,
an acquisition of grace.
Meenas Poems 