This Temple

When embodiment grows wearying,
As it sometimes does,
I fall into the Temple of my Heart,
Where You reside, my Beloved.

Not simply “within” nor invisible, this Temple.
For You have, in Your Magical way,
Made this Temple all that is, or ever was,
Timelessly Now, in this Spaceless Space.

Each day I walk in Your Loving Kindness,
Each day surrounded by You.
Each day held in tender Affection.
Ever with You, in You, as You, never apart.

Everywhere, like a Dream within a Dream,
My feet walk upon You, my eyes fill with You.
In rapture and sorrow, I breathe You.
For where, in Creation, are You not?

When embodiment grows wearying,
As it sometimes does,
I fall into the Temple of my Heart,
Where You reside, my Beloved…

As my own Pure Being.