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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Consecrating the Temple


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.

2 comments:

  1. Dr. MikeNovember 28, 2009 at 4:29 PM

    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

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  2. Br. JayNovember 29, 2009 at 10:05 AM

    May we all build temples of the spirit!

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