This
Is My Temple
by
Lisa Okon
This is my temple
Here
we have spent many deep slow hours
Becoming
as one.
Here
I was reborn
In
this room of shadows and light
This
is my temple
Here you became the air I breathe, filling me.
You
are the sweat that bathes my skin
In
the summer heat
You
are the fresh breeze that strokes me
This
is my temple
Here
I have learned to see all that is around me.
I
find your face in all faces
Your
voice in all voices
And
they are music
This
is my temple
I
have traveled over great distances to meet you
And
many years
Wandering
through vast desert spaces
Of
meaninglessness
This
is my place of peace
In
the purr of motors, the roar of engines, the clamor of machinery
I
can sleep in silence.
I
open my eyes and you lead me by the hand
Into
wakefulness
In
this place of love and lust
You
have invited me to enter you
And
I have responded
Living
with my obsession
Awake
in my dream of life
But
as they demolish the houses of our neighbors
Let
them demolish too this temple
For
these words are only scattered markings in the sand
Scratched
by a baby with his stick
Or
footprints made by bathers
To
be washed away by the sea
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