I close my eyes, and I am there.
My temple is found everywhere.
Every time I look inside,
I find another place to hide.
Atop a mountain range, I sigh
And reach my hand to touch the sky.
I turn around, my altar shines
Within a hall of glass and lines.
In every place, each single day,
I know I can access The Way
By turning in and tuning out
The things which I can do without.
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