Soul: The Temple Within
The body is a wandering, mortal temple Whose walls grow in size and tremble with age, The two even pillars uphold its sacred frame, Human form, a marvellous tabernacle. The rising hands, the gopuram in a holy cascade, The face, serene and still, the temple’s sacred façade; The eyes, twin lamps illumining its inner colonnade, The nose, the guiding ridge of the tower in its upward braid. The fingers, the fine relics that serve the temple’s art; The lungs, deep wells sustaining every sacred part; The stomach, the homa-kunda where life’s offerings flame; The heart, the sanctum sanctorum where the soul rests in its eternal aim. Though each body bears a shrine, crafted with a sacred grace, Yet travel s far in longing, seeking holiness in every place; From pillar to post wandering, yearning for a fleeting spark, Though the silent Divine within waits in stillness, glowing through the dark. And when the outer temple quivers, weakened and worn, The inner deity rises, u...