Being a Temple

At The Dusty Lens there is a photo of a modern temple as opposed to those of antiquity, the gilded temples of the past. The photographer and poet reminds us of the bodies required to bring about needed consciousness. For years I have thought about our bodies themselves being the greatest temples through which love radiates. But single consciousness surpasses individual human physicality. Our collective bodies are mere temples through which the single consciousness of love emits. Love is all around, in all things. Love is this consciousness. We are temples of love.