Love is the perfect stillness and the greatest excitement, and most profound act, and the word almost as complete as His name. But, but, but, also like hell...

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.