When east is east

The brown man in saffron
Another one in red
Some in pure white

In prayer in meditation
In lotus in kneeling in
Bowing positions

Bending to the earth
Kissing it worshipping
Nature, gods, God, and
Venerating fellowmen
In contemplation of the
Zen and peace and
In mystification and awe

And wander in wonder
The sound of a dripping
Rain the smell of incense
And candles the sight
Of mystery and innocence

When east is east
In the grandeur of simplicity
And heavenly peace

now, in orange sunset.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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