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Photo by Kendall Marianacci, Nepal Semester.

My Temple

Written at Namo Buddha beneath fluttering prayer flags and swaying pines:

Where green life tickles my feet and leave red marks after long periods of repose
Where small beings chirp and buzz on and around my foreign form
Where my good friend, the wind, speaks through branches, leaves and soft caresses
Where flowers and grasses say hello through their wafting fragrances
Where that yellow sphere of life greets me with loving warm energy
Where all my worries, my envies, my anxieties, my angers are met with cool indifference, rendered powerless
Where vital prana flows into my wounds, ameliorating the damage of the natural world
Where I find myself
Where I lose myself
Where hate is nowhere to be found
This is my temple