At the Folk Village

I stopped at this rock, and wrote my own wishes and prayers for the people that mean something to me in my life, and those I do not know. I twisted my colorful paper, and entertwined it with a white bundle of others. This way my meditation became one with other humans' good wishes. I found in this small moment that humans' prayers and needs create and perserve a likeness with one another. As I walked away, I tried to concentrate on what it meant to have my written words with so many others, how those Roman letters mixed with Hangul; how so many prayers became one, and how eventually the twists and binds will become undone for new wishes.