
Two dragons twist and writhe, wild and free, flanking the great Wheel of Dharma like guardians of some ancient cosmic truth. Their scales shimmer with the pulse of the universe, breathing fire and wind, dancing with the chaos of life itself. And there, in the middle, spins the Wheel—calm, steady, eternal—its eight spokes pointing the way down the path we all wander, whether we know it or not. It’s a mural that roars: strength, protection, enlightenment. A living reminder that the road to meaning is never straight, but it’s always there, waiting for those brave enough to follow.


Thimphu, Bhutan
27nov24


