What is more worthy?
A chant chorused aloud? Or muttered under one’s breath?
A rhythmic beating of drums, a clashing of cymbals, a ringing of the gong? The ting-ting-ting chiming of a hand-held bell? Or a momentary closing of the eyes and bowing of the head?
A tying of a sacred but tenuous thread? The lighting of a lamp which is at the mercy of the winds? A smearing of ash, the remnants of someone else’s prayer? A humble, floral offering? A circumambulation?
A congregation at a splendorous temple? Or a personal conversation with the divine?
Looking heavenward? Or looking inwards?
Is the deed bigger than the thought? Is silent reverence any less than vocal worship?