temple grounds

The Creator looks down at creation and smiles
Sun warms vineyard rows
Flowers open brightly
Wet grass underfoot

Foreign script on metal signs
Sandalwood incense whispers
Of downward dog, child’s paws
And
Proud warrior

Beauty masking danger
Lure of unknown
Numbing all doubts

A sense of God is surrounding
Enveloping and yet
It seems to be fighting another
Twisting
Magical
Demon

Gleam on glow on giant
Idol
Anonymous holy man
Legs crossed in meditation

Nothing to the untrained eye
Paradigm of society
Value on intellect
But
Blind eye to spiritual

The Creator Excellent
The creation good
Evil perverting purity
So well that
Its raven black lie
Only dimly shows through
The whitewash canvas
Of seeming goodness