the temple
Inside this temple are mountains and rivers
there are forests of oak, mountain lions and moss
Seismic shifts and lightening bolts are inside
innervating every silent thought
All the dancing impulses of nature are here
laughter, grief, hunger swirling
in the winds and time
There is ecstatic music, echoing through these chambers
and starlight – all the infinite stars
Ruminations of the cosmos are within
the poet
says
inside this temple, is the one I love