Rock Garden

I went back to the Ryoangi temple today.

Last time when I was here, it was perhaps 10 years ago, or maybe longer.

I sat down, looking at the rocks - amazingly arranged in a sand garden.- thinking about you.

Today, I sat down, looking at the rocks - amazingly sitting in the same place - thinking about you.

It is as if each piece of rock is a different person, another life event.

I used to think life was nothing if it's not exciting.

Now I think life is made up of ordinary events. And it is good.

Like the rocks which sit and stay here... feeling grounded and contented.

For millions of years, they remain where they are, where they belong.

As if they're waiting for me to come back.

And I am back.

And wondering: where do I belong in this world?