Meditation At The Temple Poem by Natasa To

Beneath the temple's lantern glow,
Where sandalwood and incense flow,
I sit upon the ancient stone
And hear the silence like a tone.



The bronze bell hums across the air,
A sacred pulse, a whispered prayer.
The world outside begins to fade
Like footprints washed by evening shade.



Each breath becomes a drifting stream,
Each thought dissolves like smoke or dream.
The candle flickers, soft and slight,
Yet fills the hall with gentle light.



The painted gods with patient eyes
Seem carved from stars and midnight skies.
They ask for nothing, speak no word,
Yet every heartbeat there is heard.



The temple roof above me sings
With rain and wind on weathered beams.
And somewhere in that quiet sound
A deeper self is slowly found.



No gold is needed, no grand plea,
Only stillness endlessly.
For in the hush of temple air,
I learn that peace was always there.