My Temple

do not speak of god, of the father, or the mother... nor the creator... i do not dwell in temples, creeds, or written scriptures. i am formless, taking forms, i am infinite, becoming particle. i am clay and grass, stone and wood... i am flesh and semen, and intimate eyes! i am hungry, will you share? i have no home or bed, may i sleep with you? i am lonely, will you speak with me? i listen, will you listen too? i am star and cosmos, a simple dropp of rain. i am the growl of thunder, the sudden flash of lightning. i am the bridge, will you walk me? i am the lantern, waiting for the match. i am the woman giving birth, i am awe and wonder. i am the language of silence, the dirty hand extended. i am truth, never settling... i am the ache of the soul, the tremble of the heart. i am the sparrow's wings, leaving the nest you cling to. yet i am the straw that made the nest! i am life unrestrained, i am death quite naked! i am the sound you make, when words will not do. i am nameless, giving names, i am thought set free. i am compassion evolving, my temple is you!