I met you in an antique shop, covered in cracks and dust. Benevolent in nature; I felt my pulse quicken whence brushing my fingers across your shattered surface. Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees, staring at your face. Was it my imagination, or did you open your eyes to me? I felt like no one, and everyone to you. How can something so beautiful be made of stone? I left you there in that shop, and as I walked away, I felt my heart break.
Yeah, I found that buddha yesterday, but sadly it's being sold....I'm not sure if it's going to a temple or not, but hopefully it is, and will be appreciated for it's beauty.
that one just wasnt the one for you.....another will manifest i had a buddy who was working in a temple once and he decided that he needed to play heavy metal there and to trip on mushrooms...i was so saddened that he would be that disrespectful....it would ahve been one thing if it was sacred to him...but it was more about saying he did it and more about making fun.
