Temple Vision

Turning! Turning!

In the Divine Dance of ecstasy.

Our Arms are the thousand-petaled lotus of your perfect law

Unfolding, uncurling, weaving, waving

In the golden hours of nirvanic bliss.

Dancing, dancing in the ceaseless rhythm of the stars

Whirling in the azure spaces of the soul

Moving to the unheard voices of the suns.

Turning, turning,

Swinging, swinging,

Dancing, dancing,

Endlessly!

I see a Temple standing in the sun, white without and beautiful with opalescent tints within. Alive, alight, aglow with the radiated rhythms of the soul. Christ’s heavenly kingdom is revealed and nirvana taught as end of long obeisance and peace. Isaiah sees his visions come to pass and Mohammed glories in his deep surrender to the One.

All Marys of the world await the Annunciation of the angel, bringing Bliss and the knowledge of their own creating being in the plan, as Parvati to Shiva long ago.

Here shall unfold the drama of the soul’s need to know itself and God.  First bewildered fears, lust and fighting and all the terror of the dream.  Then surrender! The terrible triumphant dying of the lesser self, that it may shed its soiled, wrinkled skin and come forth whole!

Teachers of the Law, technicians for the manifested Way.  Actors, singers, poets for the plays of the Way which have pain and wild dreams in their opening acts and peace and beauty for the epilogue.

The Divine Dance of Creation forever unfolding in the sacred bodies of Man and Woman! Patterns of Divine geometry drawn by living Dancers on the floors of the temple courts and made plain on the altar screens for all to see.

Ruth St. Denis