In my soul
there is a temple,
a shrine,
a mosque,
a church
where I kneel...
Prayer should bring us to an altar
where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of love
where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,
where ecstasy gets poured
into itself and becomes
lost,
where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body ?
In my soul
there is a temple,
a shrine,
a mosque,
a church
that dissolve,
that dissolve
in
God.
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