Divine Intervention

The morning temple bells,

And the breezy lakeside,

The lemony fresh sky,

And the fragrant marigold petals,

The ivory conch echoes, 

And the invigorating mantra sounds,

The soothing camphor fire,

And the cleansing holy water, 

The clamor of the devotees,

Brought to dead silence,

By the sheer divine presence,

Not outside as a diety, but within oneself.