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Without our bodies giving us life, we would just be a consciousness floating around in the dark. They provide us with limbs to be able to run and jump in joy. With eyes and ears to be able to hear and see the beauty of this world.

So warm and full of life.

But if they are giving us the ability to live a life high up in the clouds, why don’t we worship them more often? Why aren;t we laying down offering daily so that they keep providing us their divinity? We house our own temple. Within us there lives an entity that is higher than the gods themselves.

We are the closest we will get to divinity in this lifetime, but we often forget this.

We treat our bodies like secondary vessels deemed not worthy of being seen. We judge, hide, betray, poke and destroy the very things that allows us to stay alive on this plane of existence. We shame ourselves for not looking like someone else’s temple, when we know that each temple is different and serves a different purpose.

But our bodies say nothing. The being within continues to work for us timelessly, even though we are ungrateful. It’s no wonder the gods look upon us with such disdain when we treat out own personal temples in such a terrible way.

Long ago we lost the art of appreciation for true beauty, mainly that of ourselves. We are alive, we are living we are able to love and we are able to exist. How is that ever not beautiful? We used to understand as a collective religion, that beauty differs from temple to temple.

There’s a certain softness to be admired on a female body. That every woman and man deserve to be loved. That each temple is glorious in their own way. Appreciation of our own divinity has been lost for a very long time, but I am on a quest to find mine again.

I have a lot to make up for, I haven’t visited my temple in a very long time. She’s been neglected an deserted for no other reason that a lack of faith rooted deeply in fear and self loathing. When exactly I lost my faith I don’t know, but I do know that a pilgrimage is needed for me to make it up to her for taking care of me all these years when I know I haven’t deserved it. I think she’s like me, yearning to be appreciated and seen, and not making it anyone else’s issue but her own.

It makes sense I suppose, that we are one and the same. Goddess and disciple, bound to the same fate. We cannot escape I, however most of us still end up trying. I suppose it’s interesting that we will spend days and years praying to be allowed to worship anothers temple, but still we refuse to worship at our own altar.

Bring me back. Bring back my faith and show me how to appreciate you again.