Buenos Aires, Argentina
While Waiting
Hard work with the drama practice, but while waiting for all to show up, I pulled together this poem:
Dream and Cream
It’s a blessing to be alive
In such a honey bee hive
Sharing space of purity
Where darkness becomes obscurity
In a safe ashram temple
Far from the judge mental
We sing and we play
Even on the most gloomy day
Keeping to some regimen
For even Bhakta Benjamin
We sit and hear a lesson
Always time for some question
We honour the best food
At the three point interlude
A session for social intercourse
Essential for a bonding force
Here the hurricane of MAYA
Infuses the fever of fire
Like anywhere within and out
The intent is to put out doubt
We scrub and we clean
For body / mind hygiene
We are pulled by the Supreme
To the land of dream and cream
May the Source be with you!
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