| Qingdao's Buddhist Temple (conclusion) |
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| At the top of these stairs is where I stood the remaining incense sticks in this large urn. Just a few more steps, then I knelt at the doorway, bowed three times, and entered the first prayer bulding. | ||||||||||||||||||
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| More stairs--another building--more stairs--the final building. These two buildings held gilt statues of various quite fierce-looking gods. I didn't take pictures out of respect for the reverence that others hold for these holy places. | ||||||||||||||||||
| On the way out, I stopped for a moment of silence by this large statue of my favorite Buddhist deity. She is Guan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy, devoted to saving humankind. Here she is depicted atop a lotus flower in a reflecting pond. | ||||||||||||||||||
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| You might recall that I have a statue of Guan Yin in my apartment. It was a gift from a friend who moved to Singapore. | ||||||||||||||||||
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