My altar

                       It is my  place of joy; when I look at you.

                      I don’t want like others,  object of desire but veneration

                        As I could afford for, I get the greatest satisfaction from you,

                      I see my guru’s image, which will speak me a word one day,

                                 I see Lord Buddha sitting in a meditative posture,

                                   Reminding me art of calming the mind;

                                     Seven shinny containers lined up for water offerings,

                                              A wealth  I could afford for,

                                            No grasping sense and total exhaustion to ordinary dramas, 

                                       The flower stands in Center of you,

                                         The whole of space and image are blessed with universal messages,

                               I love and love you altar,

                         My wealth of world !

                                               

                             Timely thirsty rats seeks the place to shower on you. 

                      Nima Kuendrel

                        From lock and key diaries