Saturday, August 10, 2013

a thousand flickering lights

Under the full moon, faces glowed orange in the light of a thousand flickering flames, and the scent of butter and juniper thickened the air. Three ladies followed each other in a chain of prostrations, their bellies lying flat against the cool stone floor, while others continued to circumambulate the Stupa, careful not to disrupt their rhythm of rising and falling. 


Dongaala said...

you are back to boudha! :)

szaza said...

I was :)