listening to the sound of gongs of wooden ball of monks..
smelling the mild & unique scent of temple..
and admiring the extra old trees, backyard garden, buildings and paintings..
After then.. all of a sudden..
I used to ask myself..
who are you anyway..
Staying in the temple for a while
made me lose my sensibility over time and space.. even my ego..
from time to time..
actually I enjoyed to get into that kind of psychological state..
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