In search of a temple

Where good overcomes bad
and innocence becomes supreme
where the meek become powerful
and the sun keeps shining brighter
Where man and woman,
black and white,
old and young stand
and come together in
peace and harmony
Where the trees shed leaves
and soften the earth below
where stones become steps
to wisdom and knowledge
Where a thousand lamps bring love
to the darkest corners of our hearts
where the sweet smell of jasmines
empower and enrich our senses
Where the scent of the incense stick
tugs at even the wicked heart
Where the string around the banyan... 
~ Sekhar Vijay, New York, USA.
August 9, 2000