Borobodur in Central Java, Indonesia...a truly astounding monument and testament to the craftsmanship of centuries ago. A place I have often visited that evokes a sense of wonder and awe. The largest Buddhist monument in the world, visited by people in their hundreds and thousands every day. Yet, it sits, stoic, resolute, silent. History absorbed.
Stone silent Majestic risen
What history contained
Within each brick laid
What conversation heard
Secrets shared and lost
Hands long since turned to dust
Imprinted in step and stupa
Myriad tales carved under merciless sun
Tireless intricate work crafting legacy
Centuries past celebrated in the present
Stone silent
Echoing civilisation past
Voices absorbed now disappeared
Forgotten unspoken unremembered
That toiled in sweat with scant reward
To build an eternal reminder of all they did
Silent as stone
