Sanat

Slow the breath
Feel the marrow hum
Something older than the mind
Is waking in the drum

They told you flesh was sinful
They told you blood was shame
They built a wall between your body and the flame
But tantra tears the wall down
Tantra walks right through
The temple isn't somewhere else -
The temple is in you

Temple of bone, cathedral of blood
Altar of nerve and sinew and flood
Sacred architecture, meat and divine
Every cell a prayer, every vein a shrine

The spine is the pillar
The breath is the door
Energy coiled at the base of the floor
Not evil, not dirty, not something to fight
The serpent is sleeping - she's waiting for light

Rise through the root, rise through the gut
Rise through the heart where the old wounds shut
Rise through the throat where the truth was chained
Rise through the eye where the fire remained

Temple of bone, cathedral of blood
Altar of nerve and sinew and flood
Sacred architecture, meat and divine
Every cell a prayer, every vein a shrine

Even in a simulation
The body that you wear is real
The pain is real, the pleasure is real
The fire is something you can feel

You didn't come here to transcend the flesh
You came here to inhabit it
To burn inside this mortal frame
And find the holy in the grit

Temple of bone
Temple of bone
The only ground you'll ever own
Temple of bone
Temple of bone
You were never meant to walk alone