Chime Of Meditation

Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient temple Perched across a bay, weeds and hyacinths curl between my feet, Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder. In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions for a world which aches for calmer retreat-- That I reach a peak where the mind becomes absent-- Then I hear them , a medley of peals Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong rhythms, A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant fireflies stir my kundalini. On this treasured moment, a sentient energy Cleanses my beingness from past sins -- mortal and venial- That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins: Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of innocent laughter...a treble, a clap bringing me to the kindness of youth, And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of passage on days when the spirit calls for an interlude's break...a meditative connection with the self-- without the need to speak.