The Journey Within

It was a cold and rainy day in London. As I walked down a long, elegant corridor in the British Parliament, my heart pounded. Here I was, a little monk with a meager education and no experience in politics, about to address a nation’s leaders. Looking up at the hall’s majestic stone arches, I felt small and so far away from the caves of the Himalayan jungle I had once called home. My escort led me into an inner chamber of the House of Commons. The room, with its polished, hand-carved wood trim, plush wall coverings, and ornate paintings, was immaculate. Among those gathered in the hall were members of Parliament, lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses, mayors and esteemed priests and rabbis. Standing at the podium, I searched my heart for the words to begin.

جهت استعلام قیمت و سفارش چاپ این محصول لطفا با انتشارات گنج حضور تماس حاصل فرمایید