Temples
Mouths
like reception
Towers
and exterior ornamentation but bare inner walls with cracked and damp bubbled
paint.
Of
damaged and crumbling towers outside but beautiful and fragrant on the inside.
Some
priests and nuns just party all the time and in some they study and write and
philosophise.
Some
would bar me from the drinking fountain and some would let me enter the inner
chamber for a short while and for a price
Some were
desperate for disciples that they would let just anybody in and in those I felt
invisible.
Some
required me to be a saint first and perform 3 miracles before I was granted
entry to the sanctum but they let me drink at the fountain in the meantime.
Some
would say I didn't pray in quite the right way and some thought I could not
pray at all.
And some have left me bruised and battered, and stronger than before.
I have
wandered upon many different temples;
Some as
similar as all the others and some as different as can be.
For many years now have I travelled through the desert
searching for my religion.
Yet still in the sky the hope-star shines,
and still i see on the horizon more temples to explore.
