The haunting chants can be heard from miles around,
They ring in the air.

The incense erupts through the door,
The aroma of cloves engulfs everything in its path.
The scents feel like they are burrowing themselves into my brain,
They then settled on my tongue and whispered to me.

They candles sputter and tremble in the in the wind,
They cast an eerie glow upon the walls of the temple.

The warmth wrapped around my body,
As if embracing me.

My toes drag across the velvet carpets,
A shock dances up my leg in a cluster of prickles.
I knell on a rug that is scattered with symbols,
The symbols speak to me.

I close my eyes and plea to master,
To Buddha.
I beg him to watch over me.

Now my body is pure,
Now I am enlightened.
Now my mind is clear