Tuesday, July 12, 2016


Sometimes the domes and crosses or other at affixed to beautiful roofs. The whole apparatus reaches further to the sky and weathers storms in winter and summer, autumn and spring. We notice them in the summer sun, - these crosses, - while they stand by the clear blue sky, perhaps with a bit of clean and pure white cloud. It is rarer we can see them, note them, in the rain, in the night, in the snowy December dusk, but they are there. The insides seem like they would be grand, spacious. This is all to invoke spirit, a sense of God or Goddess, Source, Divine; - whatever one names it or the process. These buildings, - they come in so many forms- temples and ashrams and other. Some are ornate, with baroque architecture, sills, and designs. Others feel minimalist, - straighter simple lines and unassuming artifacts inside and out. But they all are well. Each one has a personality of sorts, - like a home, a county, a set of clothing. It’s odd though, - how they sit, - due to development of things for better or worse, - more often than not on the infrastructure.

Sometimes a church, say a Greek Orthodox looking building, beautiful, - will be next to what looks like a cell phone tower. Or a Hindu temple,- its tops confidently situated, handsome in the morning sun- but outside along the way the atmosphere is filled with cement trucks, gaudy orange constructions sign, other. It’s a peculiar world. And ashram can sit next to a used car dealership. Find God in the morning and get 0% financing by lunch. I don’t know. I saw an old church, the kind that seems from the small town days, - and certainly it was. I noticed that there is a stop light next to it. Probably a dirt road sat there before. You can move around and get a different angle- or edit a pics frame, - so that the church is without the light, - more romantic, more pastoral, and more story-like. But then I thought ‘why.’ In a way, - everything matters, - and our places often come through time accompanied by the both beautiful cheek bone structures and the scars of something alike. 

Yes, though the robes be torn, the prayer continues. 


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