Where the Temple Is

Not coldly proud, in Saint Paul's cathedral, Nor silently strong in the Great Mosque of Mecca Nor sorrow-filled at the Wailing Wall Nor winding with the vines through Angkor Wat Nor beneath the Shinto Gate of the Sun, Or purselipped in stone on Easter Isle Or heavy with years in Stonehenge Circle - In none of these places is the True Temple found, They are but the little prayer-rooms within it. - There: in the atoms born of stars that shaped us. - There: in the sound of the laughing child. - There: in the scent of the rose. - There: in the last exhalation. We can never go to visit the One Great Temple, Because we bring it with us to all the others. It is smaller than the atoms. It is bigger than the Universe. Its doors are never closed. We have never been outside of it. Consult your mirror: it shows the truth of this. And when the thunder speaks, it calls to you, saying: TAT TVAM ASI - THAT ART THOU Divinity is boundless; all things partake of it. Nothing matters. Everything matters.