Sunday, April 15, 2012

Build a temple on solid land
With brick not made of human hand
Empty all within the space
And make of it a holy place
Though the oceans rise and the strong winds blow
A stream of pulsing light will flow
Radiating down from far above
To fill the temple with abounding love

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Blue sky
The perfect day
But with a little cloud not visible
Registered only in your mind
As you watch the sun
Start its descent