I had a very vivid dream when I was a youth about a monastery, and sky-blue robed monks. There were newly built pagodas sitting in pastel green fields of grass. I could smell the fresh cut wood they were made from. I remember in this dream running up the new stairs with many other boys.

Monastery lads decked in simple robes the color of the afternoon sky.

I remember gardens of crystals, and tall dark blue mountains in the distance. There was music too. A kind I'd never heard before. On instruments I didn't recognize.

I always felt that someday I would find this place. 

I always felt that this was where I was supposed to be.

That this dream has found me, and was calling me home.