a temple like water, surface is clean without ripples

and the travelers who wander here can come to terms

with unwavering stillness, like a rock, sturdy, faithful

though it bends like a tree, arms fluttering about

with wings beating, soaring to ideals, where heart meets mind,

mind action because the layers are peeled back

the spirit here is peace, even when unrest screams, shouts

to be heard, the stillness here seeps into the skin, mind and heart.

no need for tears, violence, for arguments

for skins are stripped bare, spirts encased within seen,

how the surface has lied, for the many lives that fly forth

from the heart, beating strongly, then is it seen

that there is no argument from spirits whose identity are known.