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Phoenix

The early morning breaks

over the cluster of small white homes

shrouded in shadows.

 

A larger home of wood and iron,

surrounded by a flower garden.

quietly commands the allotment.

 

At the edges of the homestead

are large mango trees.

In  the centre a coconut palm and a Christmas tree.

 

The Printing Press

with its machinery now still

will whirl into motion soon.

 

The dogs are rousing

while the calves edge closer

to their mothers standing erect with glazed eyes.

 

Far from this sacred ground

the city is stirring

plotting  machinations for the day.

 

Here in this  ashram

The rhythms of work and prayer

are experiments with truths...

By Devarakshanam Govinden
herbyg@telkomsa.net