Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Life itself is the Temple

Our lives are a sacred text if we see them so.

Stories lived and seen and heard, of self and friends and loved ones, all as vivid or more so than any holy book I have read.

Teenage runaway car theft, near death storms in the desert, angry knife-wielding lovers, hallucinatory back alleys, early morning work weary bodies dragged out of bed, cross country pilgrimages of the sex and drug and love and god obsessed, innocent youth with a remembrance of something ancient, encounters with the angry and raging, sensing both the ecstatic and the broken hearted, in the shadows and the light... all of it.

Life itself is the temple.