<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Temple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">do not speak of god, <br>of the father, or the mother...<br>nor the creator...<br>i do not dwell in temples, <br>creeds, or written scriptures.<br>i am formless, taking forms, <br>i am infinite, becoming particle.<br>i am clay and grass, <br>stone and wood...<br>i am flesh and semen, <br>and intimate eyes! <br>i am hungry, will you share? <br>i have no home or bed, <br>may i sleep with you? <br>i am lonely, will you speak with me? <br>i listen, will you listen too? <br>i am star and cosmos, <br>a simple dropp of rain.<br>i am the growl of thunder, <br>the sudden flash of lightning.<br>i am the bridge, will you walk me? <br>i am the lantern, waiting for the match.<br>i am the woman giving birth, <br>i am awe and wonder.<br>i am the language of silence, <br>the dirty hand extended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>i am truth, never settling...<br>i am the ache of the soul, <br>the tremble of the heart.<br>i am the sparrow's wings, <br>leaving the nest you cling to.<br>yet i am the straw that made the nest! <br>i am life unrestrained, i am death quite naked! <br>i am the sound you make, <br>when words will not do.<br>i am nameless, giving names, <br>i am thought set free.<br>i am compassion evolving, <br>my temple is you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388448" data-title="My Temple de Eric Cockrell" data-description="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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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