Through the Forest
I went to Bubheungsa temple, the temple where dreams come true. I dreamt of cool air and lion-headed mountains and I moved through the misty forested hills. Lotus lanterns blossomed with nightly prayers and ancient bones and their wisdom whispered through the mountain.
The temple where dreams come true...
Bubheungsa temple...
We shall find you the way.
The lotuses light the night with fragrance and hope.
The cherry blossoms shiver in the breeze, small words and phrases clinging to branches, awaiting the leaves to become complete poems and fall madly to the ground in sheer joy.
The temple where dreams come true...
Bubheungsa temple...
We shall find you the way.
The lotuses light the night with fragrance and hope.
The cherry blossoms shiver in the breeze, small words and phrases clinging to branches, awaiting the leaves to become complete poems and fall madly to the ground in sheer joy.