• Poetry

    Temple – A Poem

    My body is a temple,So when you visit, wash your hands clean.Rid yourself of all ego,And respect what few have seen. Be quiet and be gentle.Run fingers along polished wood,For it is a force with which to be reckoned,Where good meets bad, where bad meets good. It is temptation and salvation, Strong will and weak minds,It is magic, it is beauty,What some would say is one of a kind. So when you come to see this temple,Remember that it is a holy place.Rid yourself of all your egoStay awhile, allow embrace. Don’t carry excess baggage And leave it piled in the standsFor in this temple there can be damage,A heart…