Peuo Tuy Saffron Robe

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peuo tuy

Sanskrit and Pali words; we sing chants inside the prasat And I sit with Mak and Pbouk in semi-lotus, reading her lips For I am like a ditzy little girl, clueless, Forgiveness, compassion, or is it love that I’m reciting? Right or wrong, I mumble, gawk at the preah sitting on pink lotus Ooooh, soma som puth tho, but I think of Num pa chok noodles with som lar Khmer soup, mmmm, yum! My fav Reinventing scenes in my mind about Mak’s kitchen Or shall I pretend to be Buddhist for two hours? Because we are in our exotic world for a short time, I will Entertain the thought of bringing Theravada Buddha into my life.