Libby Roderick Follow

Body is the temple of the spirit
Body is a window to the soul
If you listen lowly you will hear her
Whispering the truths that must be told

Lava flow, raging river, wind blown trees, moonlit nights
Ocean tides, desert canyons, mountain lakes, arctic lights.

The body passes life unto the young ones
The body is the cradle of desire
The Goddess sends her breath across the embers
Kindling the sparks into a fire

Lava flow, raging river, wind blown tree, moonlit nights
Ocean tides, desert canyons, mountain lakes, arctic lights.

Come down and hear her, time will abide
Come down and touch her, time will abade
Time will have to wait, for the

Body is the temple of the spirit
Body is a window to the soul
If you listen lowly you will hear her
Whispering the truths that must be told

Whispering the truths that make you whole.
Body is the temple of the soul.