The Temple Of The Spirit
Gentle thoughts, like breezes, are guided,
through wondrous doors, into the temple of spirit.
The temple of the spirit, with inexplicable love.
In these revered halls, reflections dance,
dream echoes and whispers follow one another,
The garden of each plane holds an untold story,
A varied flora of memories, both new and old.
Sunlight filters through the stained glass of our eyes,
saturating the soaring memories,
A placid, sacred space where warmth sings,
Thoughts drift like clouds in a cerulean sky,
on ethereal wings.
Here, the spirit creates shadows in a divine language,
Where fears dissolve and hopes bind,
Every shadow a lesson, every light a guide,
In spirit’s temple, where growth in love,
unexplained may dwell.
Wander deeper into the chambers of grace,
Where time stands still, you’ll find your place,
With each plant, a new vision unfolds,
In the sanctuary of thought, fountains of fresh water
swirl.
Linger awhile in this quiet retreat,
Let the whispers of wisdom and wonder meet,
For in the temple of the spirit, love can find its way,
In a journey of love, where thoughts can dance and play.
