Temple dust

The unknown descended
toward our humble floors
heads bowed
Tools of destiny

The dark space from where we worship
the invisible force
the one you have given a name a face
a useless doctrine

Silence is the voice
your world is noise
emptiness this sacred void
temple dust

the room is warm
The presence hasn't left
we breathe it in
tools of destiny

silence is its rule
this world a noisy drama
emptiness a holiness
bless this temple dust

an unknown power surges
from the hard dirt floor
No face no name
fuel of greatness for the soulmotor

humility sounds like nothing
gratitude a blessed emptiness
In clandestine harmony
temple dust