A temple is a structure
that houses prayer,
words built from thought
and heart beats shared.
Sweeping spider webs
from the temple's rooms
inside the mind lays
the tools to broom.
For their is no light
within the skull
only enlightenment,
let no mind dull.
Train the body
sharpen the mind
enrich the spirit,
strong temple signs.
Dust to dust or
an idea is sown
for rust may preceed us
watching new temples grown.
Humble when shaking
the hand of another
your opening the door
of someones sacred temple.
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