~Buddha~ Upon your temple sun did set, orange robed and bowing low. Your subtle smile and gentle hand blessed all around a golden glow. A silent breeze moved not the stone, the spires nor your heavy door. But light did dance and slowly fell a leaf of green to silver floor. Inside I set to gaze upon, from comfort of a kneeling place, Your slightly open pair of eyes and rounded, balanced, peaceful face. I did not really understand through your mind what thoughts did flow, For in your presence peace I found, so more I did not need to know. all around you statues sit, cross-legged meditating stones, Or wooden, bronzed, silvered, gold, all silent stories to be told. We did not speak but thought I felt, A blessing fall upon my head, Reaching forward
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