Descend

    

After resting for a moment in the shadows of the shrine we started on our way back, weaving down the rough gravel path that led around the hill and down to the fields. Between the trees something glinted, a kind of a shine, and as we approached saw golden figures sitting among the green. 
A golden buddha preaching a sermon to his followers.

We didn’t linger long before proceeding, and soon the fields opened before us again. It was the very fringes of the temple, and one final shrine looking over the sea of grass. A shrine dedicated to the death of the buddha and his final words to his followers.