I've never been as aware of my shrine
as a home and not the entirity of me
It's windows just my eyes
It's walls my bones and sinew
so busy with the scenery, the neighbors and all their stories
what leaves fell today
is there rain
that I've not yet Known the splendor
of the space inside
it's not the walls nor the flooring nor the lights
it's not the fine furnishings and incense
that make this shrine a space for divinity
it's me
I've got to dust away the webs
light flames of ghee and rice
polish my finery with sweat and tears
appreciate and appreciate
to uphold and nourish the space that was given
I am not my home but my home is my home
the shrine for my worship
the worship is Love
I am Love
I am That
I am
Comments