We walked around a statue, in the sounds of prayers from Tibet, in the light of the flickering lights. Many people see the statue through the iron curtain, but the statues completely behind could be seen by very few people. I even took pictures. And I kept it for myself.
We stood there in the silence, between the sound, light, incense, and spirits.
Also thanks to the Tibet caravan, I can take photos in the temple with no hesitation.
There was an old woman different from others: She did not use any supporting stuffs. While others had wooden piece, leather piece, wearing gloves for worshiping, She worshiped with her bare hands, made herself prone on the cold stones When we left the square, she was still on her knees and solemnly respectful worshiped, her white hair was sunk in the deep belief.
Before going home, I took another round Jokhang, and mix myself to the stream of people.
This is the last afternoon I stayed in Tibet. The next morning I had to get to the airport to leave the land of the gods. The morning before, me and my friends here again, quietly inhaling the smoke in our chest. And along with a friend, I have laid down on the rock, faced onto the cold stone ground at Jokhang
We stood there in the silence, between the sound, light, incense, and spirits.
Also thanks to the Tibet caravan, I can take photos in the temple with no hesitation.
There was an old woman different from others: She did not use any supporting stuffs. While others had wooden piece, leather piece, wearing gloves for worshiping, She worshiped with her bare hands, made herself prone on the cold stones When we left the square, she was still on her knees and solemnly respectful worshiped, her white hair was sunk in the deep belief.
Before going home, I took another round Jokhang, and mix myself to the stream of people.
This is the last afternoon I stayed in Tibet. The next morning I had to get to the airport to leave the land of the gods. The morning before, me and my friends here again, quietly inhaling the smoke in our chest. And along with a friend, I have laid down on the rock, faced onto the cold stone ground at Jokhang
