Angéline
In the venerable
Chapelle du Quenet
adorned with candles
and with fairy-lights,
she and two other
humans (male) sit
chanting Lokah
samastha sukhino
bhavantu for more
than a dozen minutes,
as a shruti box
drones insinuations
of eternal peace.
The mother of all
grace and benevolence
smiles, we firmly trust,
upon their beautiful
energies and intentions.
Poetry by A Bard with No Name

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Written on 2025-09-04 at 04:30




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