I have a singing bowl
and it resonates
a tone that stirs
my soul

It touches a primitive nerve
that echoes in my heart
- it does not know my past
- nor does it ask

It simply comforts
when I hear it sing
my breathe slows
as I watch the
blue-green carp dance

although it is a single note
its song is more beautiful then a symphony
a vocal that I can trust
and I can sit
- very still -
and listen
as it chases away the dragons

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I bid you Peace.

Kelly

The time is always NOW. Breath In. Breath Out. Move On.