Stupa

Tangled up in your prayer flags.  Distant chimes ring peaceful serenity hymns across crimson cliffs.  I bow in respect at the sacred tower, healing waves flowing over me like a soft tranquil tide.  The lush scent of Pinion and Juniper drifts in the magnificent golden translucent afternoon light.  Canyons shelter the hand crafted spires like great arms of protection.  I quietly meditate sitting upon the divine red dirt of the desert, asking for the blessings of Buddha, and for love and peace to be bestowed upon mankind.