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 The Sleeping Buddha Arousing the Senses.


In this room of silence, a Buddhist influence fills the air, captivating my senses.

It infiltrates my mind, and fills my nostrils with the sent of burning yang-yu-lang.

In the far corner a golden statue of Buddha sits, some what proudly on the mantel-piece

with my magenta prayer beads wrapped ornately around him; as if to emphasise religious

spirituality and beliefs.

The faint smell of burnt sulphur from matches lingers in the air, like ghostly vapours

from a smouldering spectre in the night. As the candles filled the air with an aroma of

melon and gin-sing, it blended with my already aromatic filled senses.


The sleeping Buddha stays still, as its silhouette from the candle's light dances on the

opposite wall, like a jewelled spirit, idolised by its believers, in a room where the candles

light is extinguished at the end of each prayer session.


 After praying for my convictions, and asking for goodness and health for the human

population, I blew out the candles and left with an empty mind, after some peaceful dark

room meditation. All that was left was the smell of sulphur and perfumed flowers, as this

small oasis of calm and tranquillity springs to life.


In this room of the holy Buddhist mantra, I heard the sounds of the Tibetan flute in my

mind been played in the distance, by a Buddhist monk that lived high up inside the caves

of the Tibetan mountains.

As I closed my eyes, my mind became free, while I pondered endlessly about the human

conditioning, as the smell of incense filled my thoughts with spiritual awakening.







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