πT̊H̊E̊ 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 morningπ¦
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",π
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 π️☸️π




Great job π€
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