Temples are mausolea,
mortality and beauty
can live together.
Boat o’Brig toll house.
I was a mausoleum,
You, the temple.
Playfair, your temple
At the end of that Douglas fir tree avenue
that never seems to end.
The Den of Aldbar.
being and becoming in the world
Temples are mausolea,
mortality and beauty
can live together.
Boat o’Brig toll house.
I was a mausoleum,
You, the temple.
Playfair, your temple
At the end of that Douglas fir tree avenue
that never seems to end.
The Den of Aldbar.