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Climbing to the top of a hill to the castle high above. Post rock encouraging me step by step, heart racing, heavy breath. I get to a ridge and find a mast with a hundred prayer flags attached flapping in the wind. From this point I can see the valley below and the valley behind.
I climb further and find a young monk inviting me inside Tsenmo Gonpa, a sort of temple. He is young, about 20 and wearing a red cap as well as the typical robe. These guys have embraced modernity.
Inside the walls are surrounded by Tibetan Buddhist artwork. Different types of budhas surely each laden with symbolism. One great thing about religion is that they bring us great art. Pure art created out of divine love and dedication – a volition to tell stories of inspiration, to share them and to move all those who come upon it.
In the centre is Buddha. Sitting calmly eyes half closed, lips half smiling. 12 feet tall. One foot is the size of my stomach.
A woman comes in and bows down in front of him. She looks foreign but seems to feel the strong connection to buddhism. There are many such travelers here. I cautiously step around her and exit this cubby hole of spirituality.
I sit outside on a stone ledge and take in my surroundings. The view from here is incredible
And just like that! I hear allahs call from a mosque below. A singing voice carried up to me with the wind. Ahahahaha! what an awesome place this is.
And I’m Thrilled!
Thrilled with this moment!!!!
what a beautiful, magical place!
