Mediation

a temple like water, surface is clean without ripples and the travelers who wander here can come to terms with unwavering stillness, like a rock, sturdy, faithful though it bends like a tree, arms fluttering about with wings beating, soaring to ideals, where heart meets mind, mind action because the layers are peeled back the spirit here is peace, even when unrest screams, shouts to be heard, the stillness here seeps into the skin, mind and heart. no need for tears, violence, for arguments for skins are stripped bare, spirts encased within seen, how the surface has lied, for the many lives that fly forth from the heart, beating strongly, then is it seen that there is no argument from spirits whose identity are known.