🛕T̊H̊E̊ H̊E̊ÅR̊T̊ O̊F̊ T̊H̊E̊ V̊I̊L̊L̊ÅG̊E̊☸️

At the heart of the village, 

Beneath an old bodhi tree 

That has watched generation pass,

Stands a place

Where mind find rest

The village temple

At dawn,

when birds greet the morning🦜

The soft ring of the bell

Pulls every heart♥️

Into the same rhythm 

This is not a place

Where only books are opened,

But where life itself is read

Lesson of right and wrong,

Patience,

And compassion 

Are taught without words

It is here child learns

To whisper "sadhu",🙏

And here an elder learns

To pause

And listen to their own heart.

The village's problems

It's joys,

And it's tears

The temple stands

As a silent witness 

To them all

It is more than religion 

It is culture 

A university without walls,

Teaching wisdom

Trough simplicity 

Trough the changes,

Through the world moves fast,

The village temple gently reminds us

To remain human.

So the village temple 

Is not made of stone

Or buildings alone

It is the heart of the village,

A volume that must be protected 

And carried

From generation to generation 🕊️☸️🛐