Puja and arti
I asked the way to Paradise.
You pointed
to the door I was standing in front of.
That door? I
asked. It’s so near!
I thought it was at the end of a long journey.
That’s the door!
Wonderful to know it’s here.
Everyone’s looking for it.
I should go and tell the others.
That would be selfless service.
That sacred door! A
temple
should be erected in front of it,
puja and arti performed; singing
Your praises before that wonderful door.
You wait here. I’ll
go make a few phone calls
and get things started.
O child of God, you read His words again and again
and still pretend you don’t understand.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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