The Seeker

I entered with a pained heart

my soul clouding with despair

and my racing thoughts seeking silence

 

I looked at the flower-bedecked image

overpowered by its beauty

I absorbed the pervading incense

and listened to the holy chants

the mumbling priest came with his silver platter

and extended the flame

I reached out for the warmth

imbibed the holy water with my parched lips

donned the vermillion on my forehead

and tucked the flowers into my hair

like a warrior donning his armor

against the raging world

 

I walked around the nine posterns of fate

but skeptic still

unable to unlearn years of education

never questioned

I rested on the temple’s steps

reminiscing, reflecting

and stepped out

knowing I could always come back

 

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