Finding Moments

Sometimes in the heat of the day, and it is hot here, we seek refuge in a pagoda or temple. We all keep our eyes peeled for red and yellow, ornate doors and arches.

 

 

 

There is always a hush in the air, a sweet smell of incense, and usually a friendly caretaker, eager to show us around.

 

Everything slows as we taken in the different alters.

 

 

We marvel at the rituals.

And our eyes fill with smoke and tears.

 

Each town, a different interpretation. Each candle lit for luck and loved ones.

 

And then we walk into the room of a thousand Buddhas. Every nook in the wall houses a Buddha. Every petal of the lotus flower upon which the large Buddha sits contains another small Buddha. The focus of everything is inward, reflective.

Off to the side a monk chants and rings a giant singing bowl. The sounds of the outside city completely disappear.

 

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