• Poetry

    The Singing Bowl

    July 24, 2024 /

    The mystery is safe (and sound), A song that’s made by circling round, Expanding out beyond the ring Unseen yet clearly lingering. When mental busy-ness has ceased, With inner peace the tone’s released. With deepened breath the hands learn much And bless the bowl. A lover’s touch. (The deer are drawn when those with soul Transform the glade to singing bowl, Expanding past the moment brief. ‘Tis writ on an eternal leaf.) ‘Tis alchemy: on metal base A wooden mallet finds the trace Where golden tone spills from the whole To fill our hearts. The singing bowl.

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    How Can I Love?

    How can I love All of us Without first embraces From the ancient songs of sages? The African drums, The arched harp and rabat That urged mating and soothed pharaohs, The Pan flute, the Roman lute, The Gregorian chant Dark…