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About This Poem
Three Bells
Three bells,
a call to quietness,
to sitting cross-legged
on the green cushion,
calming my monkey-mind.
Eyes open,
breath balanced,
taking in pain,
exhaling compassion.
Breathe in–out again,
aiming for no-thought.
I know I’m there
when the floor before me
begins to ripple
like still water
disturbed by a stone.
I am the water.
I am the water.
Three bells,
a call to awareness,
to re-entering the world.
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