The Candle Ritual

In a temple courtyard, you light a wick. Nothing is asked. Everything is given.

 Before Dawn, Upward

Adam’s Peak is not a mountain. It’s a prayer you climb. One step, one star at a time.

 Monk in the Mist

No words necessary. Just the silence between you and a robed figure in a forest monastery.

 Sacred by Water

Row softly into a river shrine. Let your offering float. Let your breath follow.

 The Sky and the Chart

Beneath a mango tree, someone reads your past in the planets. The future waits patiently.