Religion
I see my family and I sitting under and in front of the monk,
sister is taking the picture while me and my two brothers and my parents
sit down and wait for the lens to focus and shoot. I want to hurry and
take the shot so I can play with other kids at the temple but why did
my mind tell me to stay? <strong opening stanza: one of the clearest pieces you've composed this semester: more, more more.
It was the first time I had seen an actually Buddhist monk.
I remember my dad saying to me the proper way to speak with a monk.
I would say something wrong and he would correct me. I can still hear my
dad's of tone voice in my head when I seen saw the picture but why does that make <a natural place for dialogue<
me sad?
I remember that day like it was yesterday, My parents told me the monk
was a long distance family member from Laos so basically he was my uncle.
The feelings I had when my uncle spoke some ancient Buddhist words while
me and my family was were praying gave me negative thoughts. Maybe the evil
spirits was were leaving my mind one at a time.<cool image / thought
Respect. I remember after the praying, my parents were glad and proud of me
and my other siblings. I guess they were happy to see our generation still following
the Buddhist ways. I never knew how much my parents were into the Buddhist ways.
I just thought they were simple Asian American parents but the picture really brought up
good memories of why I'm still Buddhist till this day. It was because of my parents.
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