Temple

I am the temple, simple fallen from the residual of king Solomon’s porch Light like the Olympic torch. From the source I receive wisdom and knowledge births understanding of course; insight.

The blood fills me, through my veins it does course, in the center of the blood there is light.

The Christ comes at the darkest hour; midnight despite the wickedness in the world we must fight.

As it is written Jesus said pick up two knifes; but then he told peter to drop the sword; the wisdom of our lord.

They say when it rains it pours the living water washes away Babylon; wicked whores.

Turning water to wine was the experience of the divine just as the kundulini creeps up the spine to unwind the cerebellum which is the opening to heaven.

Jesus said rest; eat the bread that is leaven; seven steps, on the porch of my temple.

Or have you forgotten: the temple.

Blackhemmingwayπ©