Temple (StephR)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My ideal sanctuary.

Submitted: April 12, 2015

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Submitted: April 12, 2015



Whenever I feel overwhelmed by strife
turned upside down, in turmoil
I go to a river, the fountain of life.

When the Earth trembles, with aches and pains
gliding waters, ease my soul
the blood of this world, akin to that which gushes in my veins.

The rushing waves, the crashing on rocks
the blowing winds, and the rustling reeds,
the cry of the birds, their laughter and mocks.

My being stirs with recognition, as I tread down the path
walk over to a boulder, and set myself down
I forget about deadlines, and the existence of math.

I allow myself freedom, and the right to be
forget my sorrows, expectations, and dreams
forget my persona, and turn into me.

The current carries away, my doubts and fears
anger, judgement and guilt
all of my past, and present tears.

I close my eyes, and simply let go
time and space, cease to exist
my conscience, drifts away with the flow.

An unwelcome intrusion, forces me back
a plane, another person, or a dog's incessant yap
into my body, to once again face each lack.

As I walk away, my step is lighter
problems are now challenges
life, and my outlook are much brighter.

Keep your walls, windows and bells
dogma, rules, and out of touch thoughts
your spin on what's right, creation and hell.

The only temple I need, is the one we live in and where we play
 birds sing, flowers grow, and proof cannot be ignored
of a Higher Existence, shaping each wonder night and day.

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