TEMPLE

One day, long ago, I heard a whisper urging the tending of the temple...Seeing the many accumulations and sensing the even greater and ever more microcosmic aspect of "dust", this one began a cleaning.



The cobwebs of this temple tell the truth..

Shake them down into my hair

And let me mingle in the dust dingy air of my misgivings.

And as the veil disintegrates, at my command,

I see the CIRCLE,

Eyes born of every pore .

The light is bright ....

....I AM learning.