Yagna

It feels like drops of water are falling on the top of my head ... just like it can be seen in Indian temples where water falls on a lingam from a pot hanging over the lingam.

I close my eyes and use my mind's eye to search for recognizable faces. I see none. I just see and smell smoke emanating from the sacrificial fire pits. And the sound of chants. I see myself seated in front of one of the pits. My eyes are watery from the smoke but still focused on the sacrificial fire.

I feel life is one big yagna like this - keep offering everything I have to it, and accept whatever it offers in return whether it be the smoke or heat.