...this one about the different types of Buddhist worship I witnessed in Bodhgaya.
Into Light
Alone
he sits,
dressed in white,
away from the shade
of His Bodhi tree,
finding his own Enlightenment,
own way to see.
Together, they ride
from the Bodhi tree
And follow the path
To eternity,
A rainbow chain
soon broken free
as they cluster together
yet chant alone,
packed in so tight
that their colours turn
into light.
He sits beside them,
dressed in white.
To roam the roads of lands remote/To travel is to live (Hans Christian Andersen)
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