this weekend i walked amongst barfooted buddhists
left my imprint on stones more than a thousand years old
breathed in thick clouds of incense
wandered under the long shadow of white stupas and prayer flags at dusk
passed hundreds of glowing intentions
their owners still an ephemeral presence in the night
the sleeping dogs--with their ears resting upon the pavements dozed easily as tuk tuk drivers honked past
in a frenzied search for 200 rupees
and the next unsuspecting tourist
so many people, all in white
carried lotus flowers and joyful children
the chanting, speaking, laughing echoes in my ears
in a country ripped apart by conflict and the ever-present fear of retaliation
i feel so much peace
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