In a hall of golden lanterns
Where the lotus petals gleam,
A torch‑bearer steps forward
Like a host inside a dream.

With a bow both soft and wise,
He declares we’ll do our best:
“Dear traveler of samsara,
Welcome home — you are our guest.

We’ve prepared a feast of stillness,
A banquet of the heart,
Where every course is crafted
As a mindful work of art.

The tea arrives like music
A warm and gentle tune;
The steam curls up in rhythms
That could serenade the moon.

The bowls hum ancient sutras,
The cups sway side to side,
And the chopsticks tap a rhythm
In waves of dancing tide.

We serve compassion with insight,
And a heart of warming light;
We season every teaching
With truth that is delight.

“Try the joy of letting go —
It melts upon the tongue.
Taste the peace of presence,
Freshly gathered, ever young.

Our wisdom yes they shimmer
With a flavor rich and deep;
On digesting- so your worries
Are awakening from the sleep

The assembly perform their melodies,
A chorus soft and bright,
Their voices warm as lanterns
On a calm midsummer night.

No sorrow dares to linger
In a hall so full of grace;
Even fear feels shy and quiet
In this tender, sacred space.

“For years,” the candle whispers,
“We’ve polished every floor
Awaiting kind travelers
To walk through humble’s door

We’ve tuned the temple singing bowls
We’ve warmed the evening air,
We’ve practiced loving‑kindness
With a host’s devoted flair.”

So rest your weary spirit,
Let your busy mind be blessed.
Tonight the Dharma sings for you —
And you’re cherished as our guest.

Course by course, the truths unfold
Compassion, peace, release
And when you sigh, “I’m full of joy,”
We’ll bow in gentle peace.

Then as you drift to quiet calm,
Your heart serene and light,
We’ll hum a final verse
To guide you through the night.

Be our guest on this bright journey
Where the candle’s warmth is true.
The Dharma glows with open arms,
And it’s honored to welcome through.