You’ll agree there is something rejuvenating about visiting temples.
Temples are an elegant epiphany of art and science combined.
Aesthetic art 
Marvel of science and architecture. Sunset at equinox 
In every aspect of construction, temples exude aesthetic beauty.
The beckoning gopurams (monumental tower entrances),
The welcoming gopurams 
The tall and wide entrance doors,
Temple entrances 
The broad and open circumambulating corridors
The benignly imposing pillars,
Every one of them, from the gopuram to the pillars, welcomes my eyes, mind and being itself. “Come on in, come on in” – they seem to say.
The architectural dimensions of height, length and breadth and their relative proportions in every part of the temple are a marvel of aesthetic beauty.
And what to speak of the insidious art work in a temple! They embrace you quietly from all directions. From the intricate sculptures on the gopurams and pillars to the artistic paintings on the corridor ceiling, they are a veritable feast for the eyes.
A temple is truly an art gallery. Each sculpture, each bas relief and each painting tells a powerful and soothing story from the timeless scriptures. Each one reminds me of the caressing fondness of morality and the love of divinity. Each piece of art puts my mind at ease, inspires me to think divine and think of divinity.
Embracing peace of mind 
Subliminally shaped into a peaceful frame of mind, I enter the inner sanctum of a temple.
Here a form of the Divinity that is formless but dons all forms greets and welcomes me.
When I focus on the Form Formless, I get a shot of confidence to live my life in a good way. I pray and receive assurance that all is well and will be well. I experience a precious divine moment, fleeting as it may be, completely decoupled from the buzzle of the world.
This is the reason why I visit the temple. The deeply personal and powerful moment, all alone with divinity itself. This moment has no worries, no anxieties, no wealth, no illness, no pride, no self-conceit, no frustrations, no fear, no hope, no relatives, no friends, no enemies, no nothing. Just me and my God.
This precious, rejuvenating moment is fleeting and fickle. But it is addictive. So I go for it daily.
Then one day it dawns on me that during this moment with divinity, my eyes are actually closed. I’m not seeing the form outside of me but within me only.
That is when I hear the scriptural teaching from the elders,
The body is a temple. The indweller is divinity itself.
I give up the illusion that I’m separate from It
I pray and experience that I am It
Deho davalaya prokto
Devo jeevas sanatanah
Tyajeth ajnana nirmalyam
So hum bhavena poojayeth
I learn from my temple visits that I must decouple my mind from the external world and turn it inwards to look at the divinity within. The ritual of temple visit then becomes spiritual. To become spiritual is the gift of a ritual.
A ritual is a structured repetitive action. Every day, I’m involved in doing so many things. I think 50000-80000 thoughts; speak 7000-20000 words and do 50-200 actions in a day. But I do not think of God. I do not keep His Company. The ritual of visiting temple is structured to facilitate, to induce and to inspire me to think of God.
When I think of Him, I spend a moment with Him.
What more do I really need than a moment with God as I run from pillar to post in my daily life?
Of what use are rituals if there is no transformation in one’s thinking and behavior? [Paraphrasing a teaching from Sri Sathya Sai Baba]