The truth is as follows.
I wished it were different.
I’ve been to Japan and have not found anything more spiritual than what I had in this place.
The scent of temples smells as uninhabited than the stones of our churches.
Surprisingly, I see this as good news, for I know it is through illusion that reality polarizes.
And when I say that I would have loved to feel drawn through the doors of temples, this means I do not know enough.
On a deeper level, I know the suffering that such a representation, by its partitioning, would have generated.
Sacredness is everywhere
In temples, behind fences, lay reality has spread
In my room, when I sit, Sacredness reveals itself.
©FJ Nov 2021
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