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. 

2 comments:

Dongaala said...

you are back to boudha! :)

szaza said...

I was :)