When the temple is made by hands, it is consecrated with blood.
When the temple is made by the mind, it is consecrated with guilt.
When the temple is made by the spirit, it is consecrated with humanity.
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Three Onions
There are no tears
Inside any onion
And nothing at the core
The red onion
Strips down grainy
Fringes of the will
The yellow onion
Shears into striations
Pulped from its bulb
The white onion
Wobbles oblong
Gauzes off its womb
The red consecrates
Temple door handles
With its blood-stained flags.
The yellow drains wisdom
Across arabesque
Tiles in the prayer hall
The white squats bemused
Atop the minaret’s spire
Myth of the spirit
[Disposable Poem November 28, 2009]
Dr. Mike
May we all build temples of the spirit!
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