We arrive
knowing and not knowing
… whether we are the seeker or the oracle
… the priest or the parishioner
because the answer
is “yes”
And we are also the Temple.
Our Service
a sacred and spontaneous
temporary confluence
– of fire and breath and water and pulse and motion;
– as fleeting as it is eternal
– burning bright in the night
– and gone in the dawn;
Fluid as our blood
Solid as our bones
Transient as our breath
And eternal as our spirit.
Our heartsong is our liturgy
And in this Temple,
We are each other’s priests and priestesses
Irrevocably ordained at birth
By the simple virtue
Of being alive.
Our Service runs
until it’s done,
when darkness
gives way
to Light
… be that at dawn
… or in the night
We just know
when the time is right
Then we depart
and return to our other Homes
Knowing and not knowing
… whether we were the priest or the parishioner
… the seeker or the oracle
Because the answer
is “yes”
And we were also the Temple.
© 2012 by Daniel B. Singer