The Temple (Written November 2008)

There are no guardians
of the temple pure
it cannot be defiled
it cannot be plundered
entered?

A man of lawlessness
a man of riches
dare not go near
because of the ugliness
and the ruin that appears
at the very thought of it.

Covered in trees
roots hold its ceilings up
and the surplus water
enters through cracks above
like fountains providing sustenance
to the fools within.

The trees are crooked and twisted
The ceiling arched like heaven
(the dwelling place of Orion)
The rain acidic in its simplicity
And the cracks strengthen its solidness
so only fools see home here.

There are no guardians
because the priests roam
and those not seeking them
cannot make them out
cannot call them out
even in morning reflections
prepared for the day.

And those seeking them
destroy innocence to get to them
because at the center there is only one.

And the guardians say:
“Thou shall not enter!”
And they don’t.

And even the King says you cannot enter
but his offspring do
because blessed are their hearts.