Winter 2013/14

26.

In the newly build church I am washing the altar... I ladle water from a bucket which always stays full... The altar is made from marble, slightly yellow in colour- almost white... Spotlessly washed- it spatters like diamonds- just like a morning dew... It is so new... What is happening here? I sit on it. I dangle legs of mine... I would like to stand up... But I am not sure... I don't know its purpose... Maybe blessed it is... Above it- it is an open gap- I see the sky... The sky is clear and so starry- like from my visions of a magic night... I gaze above- I see the towers of this church... The same in colour- slightly yellow, almost white... Gothic in style, oh God... what a beauty... I never saw white Gothic church before... It is most favourite architecture style of mine... I look asides- it has the windows to see the Earth... Just like from Buddha's times! I feel the blend of day and night. I feel the colours- black and white. I feel the past, I feel the future. So balanced and so equally right... Oh, I think I understand! It is my own church!!! I build it for myself! Between those travels through the lives... To come and rest- to pray and cry, to still the mind, to watch the time pass by, to stand by what you think the Truth is right... So peaceful this balance between the old and new... Incorporated gently in the altar's morning dew...

I have my own church... This is an overwhelming joy from every single point of view... I can create my own religion now... And accommodate here my precious Soul...

by Brigita Stasun