~smells of Oneness

~things I noticed

~mandir steps always smell like sandalwood and devotion

... there is no way one can be alone in these places

..if not a another human were in the building

        .. there is the presence of Spirit.... 

.. so strong and comforting that it permeates one's being

rules and regulations are upheld and the chattering

.. of ancient languages... none of which i recognize...
   

.. only the occasional chanting of a syllable

... far older than time.. (as though time existed)

    

.. yet I know these languages and these ways regardless

      .. whether the Temple is here in my city or 

          ... those days in India .... in the Himalayas

     ... or along the Ganges...

                          there is nowhere else that ever feels like home

.... except I Am... That.... 

   ... that within me is ..... That... and it knows

   ...the Temple is built or the Gods... but Gods really have no need of such things.. as man does...

        ... i feel the hush and quiet of the smell of India...

.... I hear the creaking wood and know this place

       ... I have always known it

   

..... there is such sweetness in this...

    .... the Gods are listening... .. Source is flowing ... and

   This..... 

         .... I Am ... That....

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