In awe I stand at the Temple’s gates,
Where ancient roots entwine with fates.
Do we grasp man’s true origin’s art,
Or lies it veiled in the old man’s heart?
I yearn to transcend, to transport afar,
To divine deeds etched in time’s scar.
Can we unveil the hidden, its essence untamed?
And escape the smiting, our spirits reclaimed?
Will piercing deep, where ethics reside,
To halt those who play with darkness’ tide.
The heart, the key, to unlock the sight,
To see with clarity, bathed in pure light.
Whispers sent to the heart’s inner core,
Power ascends from the solar plexus’ floor.
New revelations unfold, pristine and bright,
Demanding surrender, casting off the night.
Inner integrity and harmony reign,
The heart, a gentle yet penetrating gain.
It pierces depths beyond memory’s hold,
Exploring the realm, my inner fold.
The wanderer embarks on a journey’s embrace,
No effort, no loss, in this sacred space.
The traveller delves deep within its soul,
As a new vow takes hold, making hearts whole.
© Jurgens Pieterse, 2023, All rights reserved.
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