Just a quick poem... Title: Short but endless. Mine is a drop in a foreign ocean. Your flowing words do not touch me but I try. I want to absorb it, be the alien native in the temple. Know as from birth what is mine and be lost in the the words and actions of this Vedic life. Words and actions, waves and currents of choice, wash over me, drown me if you must, but let us be as one. Om Namah Sivayah. Peace
