My Body Is My Only Temple.
My body is my only temple,
where I go to sit and pray,
I find peace and tranquillity there
almost each and every day.
My heart, is the precious altar,
that beats like a marching drum,
my lungs breath air into new beginnings,
and of things that are yet to come.
My eyes are the protected windows,
so bright, so clean, so deep,
they are the looking glass into my soul,
showing worlds where secrets sleep.
My mind is my own library,
vast, knowledgeable and grand,
where all my...
where I go to sit and pray,
I find peace and tranquillity there
almost each and every day.
My heart, is the precious altar,
that beats like a marching drum,
my lungs breath air into new beginnings,
and of things that are yet to come.
My eyes are the protected windows,
so bright, so clean, so deep,
they are the looking glass into my soul,
showing worlds where secrets sleep.
My mind is my own library,
vast, knowledgeable and grand,
where all my...