Temple
A poem
Published in
Feb 4, 2021
I didn’t forgive before I entered the Temple.
I tried, that was good enough.
I felt every feeling, that was addicting.
Pure Pleasure, Pure Pain.
I’d resisted life thus far.
Yet, it continues to give itself to me.
Flooding my consciousness.
Inhibiting my body.
Destroying my mind.
Being Being.
I know the truth.
Why am I not Free?
The stillness is awfully intrinsic.
That deep sense of peace.
Yet, I didn’t forgive before I entered the Temple.
Because, that resentment was a fundamental part of me.
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