Stone paths curve around the Buddhist temple.
A small bridge runs over a tiny pond.
The winds blow, the streams gurgle and tremble.
Bamboo trees stand firm like a magic wand.
A workshop of artists hums with their wares.
Scent and the sense of purpose are alive.
Wisdom blends with talent- permeates the air.
Age old tradition is brought back to life.
The Buddha temple has a golden vibe
where the lord sits so calmly in repose.
Sacred scriptures penned by the ancient scribe.
Colourful prayer flags flutter in rows.
With holy chants Buddha is garlanded.
Here I would be if reincarnated.
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