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The Inner Temple

January 9, 2016



We are only asked

to follow the spiral down and in,

to leave the outer world behind

just for a breath, just for a minute—

to touch our lips to the sweet springs

that bubble up from this refuge. 


This, not simply a delight,

but a requirement

if we wish to walk in the world—

not as hollow ghosts, always seeking

the elusive sacred watering hole—

but as a presence inhabited by presence. 


Here, the temple walls, illuminated,

show us the maps home.

Here, the holy scriptures reveal themselves

in our cells as Original Instructions. 

Here, the light recognizes itself

and heals the first wound of separation.


In this open space between no thing

and every thing, we are washed clear

of our burdens by starlight, returned

to the sanctuary of our own essence,

broken open in ecstasy like the milkweed pod~

our seeds streaming forth on the wind.

©Laura Weaver

first published on the soul passages blog:


3 Comments leave one →
  1. January 9, 2016 5:37 pm

    Beautiful, it took me deeply into my body where all is. Nice reminder, thank you

  2. January 9, 2016 7:18 pm

    Gorgeous! Thank you!

  3. January 10, 2016 3:39 pm

    Beautiful and a somehow uplifting description of descent. Being a summer girl, I especially love the reminder that we spiral inwards just for a breath, a minute…not permanently! These darker days have seemed long for me. Love the milkweed seeds bursting forth. May 2016 be this for you and for us and for all.

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