Swami Dayananda
by
Barbara E. Foley

On my first journey
to Pennsylvania,
I was a guest
at the ashram
of Swami Dayananda.

And I can tell you
that at this ashram,
as in Mother India,
the guest is God.

As for Swami Dayananda,
he threw chocolates
at my feet
and melted my heart.

I saved the foil wrappers
from those chocolates
as a memento of my visit
to the City of
Brotherly Love.

Inspired by my visit to Arsha Vidya Gurukulam, October 2004

Copyright 2005, Barbara E. Foley. All rights reserved.

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