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  • The temple feels 1000 years old,

    older than memory, older than time,

    deep and dark, a place to heal,

    a place for weary warriors,

    a portal to the Mysteries.

    It smells of sandalwood, sage,

    eucalyptus and old pine.

    In summer, you can see

    the blue mountains

    and hear the hawks.

    There are always candles

    burning on the altar,

    underneath a portrait

    of Lord Krishna,

    with his loving eyes.

    At sunset, in the golden light,

    I listen to nuns from the convent

    chant Vedic hymns. Oh,

    I wish I could send you this

    sanctuary for the soul, just as it is.

    But all I can send is my love and this poem.

    (Photograph of Vedanta Temple by AJN)
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