Arriving to
this ancient space
Where many dreams exist -
Coalescing
in shadows
Gathering strength as soft breezes.
Themes of
loss, gain, love and redemption.
Raising
the bowl to drink
the scent
of tea comes first -
the last of
the white camellia flowers.
The
orange peel
comes off
in one piece-
the cat remains unimpressed.
A crown
of flies
accompanying
every step-
walking
meditation.
A moment of such simple Beauty
when the bell was struck
so releasing the sound within.
I, the bell; you, the bell,
the bell neither you nor I.
Still the sound resonates unbroken
penetrating the heart
emptying the vessel even of itself.
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