Dirty Temple of the Holy

Our body is a temple , as many would say , it should be kept away from harm's way, for ever to be clean and filled with light and purity.

The doctrine of purity was many times in the hands of ones who could not understand it .

It wasin the hands of ones who could not live up to it. If purity is a temple , then it is our duty to keep its walls free or dirt and desecreation . 

This purity is not a reflection of abstinence from earthly things , immoral things , this is abstinence from all that is outside the realm of love and compassion , everything that is outside this vast realm should be the subject of abstinence , everything that is the subject of judgement and projudice should be the subject of abstinence.

When it comes to our thought process , filters are hard to install , walls are hard to build but with a lot of self control if can be done. 

But is our dirtyness so ugly? If we think about it , it's just a relevant peace of a past that we must own.

Scars are there and many times they can not be erased , temples have scars on their walls too  which makes their  beauty even more natural , even more uniqued , adding plasticity and texture to their well carved shapes. 

Purity dose not express physical perfection or the lack of flaws in someone's soul , but rather our ability to understand and cope with the tenebrous, turning hopelessness in to a statement of our passing through life. 

Temples are monuments , homes and shelters for gods that we gave birth to , we built them roofs so that their stone skin won't get wet , we put candles so they won't stay in the dark , we made rituals in order to fill their dead ego with even more nothingness.Our temple is full of the light of days that passed over us , light that brings heavyness in the ear above us , building the needed space for a cript.

My temple is filled with the nothigness of the material , with the obsession for other's thoughts. 

My temple and your temple is not filled with holliness , my temple is filled with fall leafs . My temple is filled with statues of saints with no name ...crowns of thin silver on their head they have.

My temple is filled with cripts with no light ...'cause my temple is to filled with anything that's wanted by others. 

Within this old walls sin trives and humanity feeds on it , it's filled with mortality and not with eternal life. 
My temple is somewhere in the narrow streets of a little town , next to a river , next to a hill . 

Temple wall won't reflect in river waters , won't shine in the light of the morning sun . This temple home to all , is home to the pure human with his bag of flaws and regrets.