On the walls of Punakha, the phallus stands bold—ancient, untamed, a symbol of life and protection. Spirals of smoke wrap around it, warding off the evil eye, laughing at prudish stares. It’s not obscene, but sacred—a nod to Drukpa Kunley, the Mad Saint, whose wild, enlightened wisdom shakes the straight paths of life. This is Bhutan—spirituality with humor, holiness with edge.
Punakha is wonderful – I spent Christmas Day communing with nature, sitting on the grounds of my lodge, overlooking the pristine river below with the great Punakha Dzong in the back ground… 🙂
We visited Punakha too, quirky temple isn’t it?! Maggie
Punakha is wonderful – I spent Christmas Day communing with nature, sitting on the grounds of my lodge, overlooking the pristine river below with the great Punakha Dzong in the back ground… 🙂