Coming round the bend.....

I see a looming monastery. ....

stark and lit.....

a spark of hope in desolation. ...

a ray of sunlight for me......

I wonder at the secrets it holds.....

seeking peace in it's quiet folds....

chants of monks hum around....

soothing and embracing in their notes. ....

I stand at the threshold. .....

the home of my inner abode. ....