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This Garage Shall Be My Temple

I transformed my Garage into a training facility

From a dirty, empty shed, it is in sense my mind’s creation.
I stripped it! Cleaned it! Built it! Witnessed every transformation.
Gave it cozy atmosphere. Provided warmth and light.
Put my heart and soul in it. Fixed it up, just right.

And now it is my temple. Where I come for peace of mind.
To be alone. Just me and God. My spirit to unwind.
A Holy place. To me, at least. Assurance of my Lord.
A piece of me, and many friends, fond memories are stored.

It’s where I can pursue my dreams. To build my body strong.
A learning place, to educate. A place where I belong.
A quiet place, to practice chords, and scales on my guitar.
A place to run my forms. Kick bags! Stretch out, lift weights and spar.

A place where I can meditate. Take time to read and think.
To write my poems, with no distractions. My thoughts, deep in, to sink.
To spend time with my precious son. To play! To teach! To train!
A place, where in this crazy world, I might not go insane.