I sped to the temple.
Breaking human laws,
to align with universal ones.
I approached.
As my brow lowered,
grace entered my being.
Sunlight greeted me.
As I slowly passed
A stone Buddha.
No one was around.
Monks must be out.
Only a bird sat and sang
to all the flowers.
~
As I entered the main hall,
the wood creaked beneath me,
And my awareness became acute.
The large Buddha towered
over a myriad of empty zafus.
All in accordance and order.
I sat, emulating the statue.
Even my temporal imperfections
matched the stone carvings.
Yet, my mind was with the bird.
I stretched out my legs,
toward the wall,
after a long sit.
The flowers were still after a breeze
And that bird had flown away.
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