Temple Office Design

The monk approached me with a knowing smile, bowing deeply as he stopped in front of my packed bags.

‘Master Li,’ I said with reverence, ensuring my returned bow was deeper still. He walked forward, placing his gentle hands on top of my suitcase and fixing me with a soft look.

‘It must be so?’ he asked, voice ringing through my small chambers like a bell. It struck me that it was one of only a handful of times where I had heard the man speak.

‘Yes,’ I said, solemnly. I had made no secret of my sadness at having to leave this place – its unique solitude and serenity, a meditative spirit that surged from every pore of the all-encompassing rock. ‘It is my time, I think.’

‘Your time?’ he said with an infectious chuckle. ‘So serious! Your time is your time, to do with as you desire. What is it that you desire, then?’

‘I have to return to Melbourne,’ I told him. ‘My calling awaits me.’

‘You arrived here without a calling, I remember,’ he said. ‘What has revealed itself to you?’

I leaned in close, fighting desperately to quell the un-monklike excitement that bubbled within me. ‘Office design,’ I whispered to my spiritual teacher.

‘Office… what?’ He frowned at me.

Melbourne office design,’ I said, a grin splitting my face. ‘It’s my passion. I understand that now.’

‘I’m afraid I… do not,’ he said, frown deepening on his normally-placid features. ‘How can this have struck you so?’

‘A dream, Master,’ I explained. ‘I had a dream.’

‘A dream?’

‘Yes!’ I exclaimed, all pretences of zen abandoned as I all but leapt onto my bed. ‘I had a vision of a life where I executed on office space design trends in Melbourne, and it was…’

My voice wavered slightly, my eyes growing misty.

‘It was nirvana, Master,’ I whispered. ‘A total and complete heaven, just for me.’

The man nodded slowly, his grin returning with practised ease.

‘This is what you wish?’ he asked me.

I nodded.

‘Ah,’ he said. ‘Then you are an idiot.’

And he left my room.

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