Ojai you make me cry

This isn’t a phase,
Or place to raise,
Commotion and praise.

A home for believers,
To support grievers,
Surrounded by healers.

Nothing more beautiful,
The light so hopeful,
And people respectful.

Dressed in white,
You know from the initial sight,
Their light is bright.

Holding space,
From a Brazilian base,
Helps slow down the race.

The pyramid facing towards the ceiling,
Answering our prayers for healing,
When the entity knows what we’re feeling.

Sitting in silence,
Brings us to balance,
As we walk though the entrance.

Hours pass by,
Some cry,
Others find out why.

Incense burns,
Crystal energy yearns,
Healings eliminate concerns.