Seven Temples
In the east samurai opens the cave of elements of which there are four
In the South American wilderness emeralds beautify temple floor
Above this temple stone winds soar
Lost pyramid in Africa welcomes a monk that arrives on African shore
The spirit moves like wind blowing near
Its echoes in mountain temple of Crete one can hear
The black Madonna’s picture in church temple since days of hussars they revere
The great sixth temple is on the frontier
The sixth temple brims with majesty
It is surreally beautiful to those it manage to see
Beyond all cosmic light of destiny
It stone altar holds edge of philosophy
Seventh temple is in parts unknown
It might be build of wood, metal, heart, or stone
Only by great mage way to it can be shown
Where divine itself sits on the throne
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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