Whenever my family said we were going to burn incense, I would look forward to it immensely.
I suppose the ritual itself held no special meaning for me. It was the temple, and the state of mind that came with burning incense, that drew me in.
Now I live far from home and no longer have the chance to pray at temples with my family.
But whenever the year draws to a close, I can’t help dreaming of a temple again.
My heart filled with that pure, reverent feeling.
As if once more, I were in a celestial realm fragrant with incense.
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Buddha's heart... My own writing style is at a higher level than that of my colleagues. It's really time to write something original.