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Stupa
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Tangled up in your prayer flags. Distant chimes ring peaceful serenity hymns across crimson cliffs. I bow in respect at the sacred tower, healing waves flowing over me like a soft tranquil tide. The lush scent of Pinion and Juniper drifts in the magnificent golden translucent afternoon light. Canyons shelter the hand crafted spires like great arms of protection. I quietly meditate sitting upon the divine red dirt of the desert, asking for the blessings of Buddha, and for love and peace to be bestowed upon mankind.
This is so beautiful. My
This is so beautiful. My heart overflows... beautiful.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
AAAww, thank you so much
AAAww, thank you so much Nightlight!