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
it’s 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

I bid you Peace.


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