There are temples
Poets, mothers
Holy grounds everywhere
Sacred places
We can go
Moments when Spirit
Reaches for us runs
Us down, cries for us
Tethers us to Source
There are people plants
Fuzzy creatures who remind us
Beauty that blinds us
Coincidences which insist
Dramatic events that seize
Erase our ability to ignore
Absorb
In short, we have
No excuse
For not knowing
There is more
