Spiritual

My spirituality has been questioned.
I have been doubted the best way to send me hurtling.
No not to the temple you asked me to go in prayer
I worship at the fair of life
God within four walls bound by human minds
Is no God at all.
A deity an idol I find
Myself gazing not in reverence
But appreciation
Of the art of the eyebrows
The cupid mouth
The sheen of the paintwork
There I am shallow
Like the painted dolls I see
Please forgive me
I am not
Audacious or bold
Simple a tale
Left untold.

But you asked.

I see God everyday
In the thin and thick of life
Suffocating on  the roadside
Gasping its last breath
In filth.
Do you?

I can see the old man is thinking of love's labour lost
And I find a suddrn surge of love in me.

That's God.

I see my child dropping an expensive icecream cone
A little girl darts and picks
It up
cleans it to the bone.
My sons and I are stilled in pity.

The silent music of God.

I was castigating him, for not keeping his word
the man who irons my sons school clothes, for a failed delivery;
What a heinous crime!

He sweetly addressed me as
"Mother"
and corrected me.
"Don't speak this way, Ma, we all have problems. My son is facing board examinations...we went away,
sitting outside his school to pray."

I tell you those words are my spiritual enlightenment.
Yours may be the prepared sermon of a
Priest.
And
I am sure his prayers reach a heaven
without the conduit of church or temple.

I am a created being.
Dual world's inhabitant.
Spirited to earth mysteriously
the day I was born.
The celestial music of creation
includes me.
I am
A note unpublished in any
record of human officialdom.
Still I am
Vital to His grand plan.

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(c)  Amrita  Valan 2014