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Poems by Sacinandana Swami

Owner of an Orchestra

By Sacinandana Swami

One morning I woke up

singing the Lord’s many names,

And to my surprise,

Heard flutes, vinas, harps, bells and gongs.

Everything inside chimed in.

No opera house in the world could compete!

From head to toe all cells were chanting and dancing

And sending kirtan choruses throughout the galaxies…

Have you already discovered your own orchestra?

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