"The Inner Temple"
The sound of singing bowls transmit a frequency, a silent humming of energy. There is one near each chakra, tuning the spokes of the wheels to source. It is a hymn of my love affair with the Divine. The scent of incense smoke petitions the spirits raising consciousness. Swirls, looping around each energy center collaborating in a purification rite ...a passage.
Red roses with thorns mosaic my temple floors so that every step is a reminder of my cyclic nature and that my blood mysteries are a sacred sacrament. My womb the organ of dreaming is the living altar of my feminine soul. She is adorned with salty, sweet, earthy flavors of prayer, meditation, worship.
Close your eyes right now. Breathe into your womb space. What colors, sounds, smells, textures create your Inner Temple?