Poem
Temples We Are
By 16-year-old Convenient Method practitioner
Iveel,
Ulaanbaata, Mongolia (Originally in Mongolian)
| A
Temple I am A Temple you are A Temple we all are A Temple, we people are A Temple - not people, we are. |
| We
house the enlightened spirit of God within We are Temples who appear to be mortals, weak and ordinary We are Saints whose Godly nature is shown When we are kind, loving and happy. |
| Buddha
is not out there Buddha is not the statue at the Buddhist temple Buddha is not the flesh of your good old mother, either Buddha is within us, we who just do wrong deeds sometimes. |
| Your
mother is her own Buddha, not for you to worship Your ordinary body is your very own temple Temples we mustn’t go to for shelter and prayer True prayer it will be when you pray to your Self. |
| You
are a temple You house God within Love and Purity is you You are the Infinite Compassion. |
