After the smudging of desert sage,
after the wearing of white,
after breaking and eating the bread,
after chanting the Sanskrit words,
after dancing in a circle,
after the secret handshake,
after the incense, the bell,
the candles, the cushion
I sit wherever I find myself
and notice how there
is nowhere that is not
an altar.
An excellent list of rituals. I like the flow of it.
I love the image. I also like the weight of the last statement.
ah, thank you …