I see a man praying.
He’s begging, worshiping,
believing. I see a man that wants
to disappear from this world of weight;
I see a man that pleads to blend,
to unite, to be one with the absolute
meaninglessness. I see a man praying
inside a Hindu temple – speaking words
that only he hears and yet he is able
to convert this sight of flesh to fragrance,
from bone to beatitude, from blood to blossom.
I see a man waving to his idol and I keep walking
towards the heart of the jungle.
3 thoughts on “Travel: I see a man praying”
Incredible. Very powerful – I rarely do this, but I’m re-blogging your post. Hope you don’t mind.
Reblogged this on Cytherean Dreams and commented:
Incredibly powerful…I just had to re-blog to show it to you.
I don’t normally enjoy poetry, but really liked this.