I saw this doorway when I walked into a centuries-old Buddhist monastery hidden in the remote ridges of the Himalayas.
It was quiet. So quiet that you knew it was meant to be that way.
There is time hidden in every corner and every layer in this doorway.
Time… eternal, living and dead silent.
“…to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin”
-Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums)