i'm drawn to buddhist monks always.
today on the train, a buddhist monk got off. he turned around and stared at me, and my heart felt as if i was falling in love--that is how drawn i am to monks.
then he tripped and i felt terrible.
i walked closely behind him, feeling his amazing energy. the colours--the maroon and gold--struck me deeply, and i listened to him talk tibetan to a friend.
the spiritual life to me does not exist in the church but in people.