Tabernacle

 

I sit in the front seat of the bus

riding down the hill.

A cute senorita making tortillas

smiles at me from her tienda.

 

Sitting with my coffee, the

congregation of pedestrians,

promenade down the calle,

most unaware of their divinity.

 

What church did Jesus use…?

…the world, I think.

Sacred and profane...the Devil

is in the dualism.

God is everywhere, and

God is right here…(                    ).

 

You want to build a church so you

know where sacredness resides?

What´s wrong with

the rest of your life?

Know thyself,

to thine own self be true.

Don´t believe anything.

Every morning

the sun comes up

it´s today again.