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Buddhist Temple
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5/13/04
I remember that Buddhist temple in Hohhot . I remember the monks, I remember the chanting, but mostly I
remember the way it made me feel.
A fellow Journey Easter Callie talked about feeling like an
invader there, because we were treading on spiritual ground as simple tourists
I remember her speaking the line "turning prayer wheels that had no
significance to us" and she is absolutely right. To us these were mere talisman, simple toys, there was
beauty in the artwork, I saw there; but no context. Language too also limited my understanding of this wonderful
place. But there was one thing
there that needed no context in fact no language, the unprecedented amount of
spirituality that seem to permeate even the air. Peeking at the monks safely hidden, behind a hanging bundle
of silks listening to their chanting I felt closer to something. It can call it Heaven, God, or Buddha ; but to me it's still a mystery. All I
knew at that moment I was miles away if not light-years from the perceived capitalist
trinity of master card, visa, and American express. All the negative feelings I had harbored against religion,
especially those from the west, seemed to melt away. I am always closer to something; finally coming into my own
as a spiritual person.
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