Music of Bells

Careful steps lead me to an old temple Perched across a bay, weeds on a float Where dew refills bowl of greyish clouds And tender breeze hanging on toes of sky. In stillness , I offer my unsaid prayers For the world that's here and far away Reaching that point where mind is absent Aloft the mountain tops and daily life. Then I hear them, a rhapsody of chimes Lifting me higher, regulated gongs---bells; A music swelling in warm temperance Until fireflies and birds enter my veins. For a treasured moment, a holy energy Cleanses my air from unknown past sins As one last toll strikes, I feel transformed Into a bay of nothingness except bliss. The pulse takes me back to awareness Knowing how serenity can entrance My view of life entangled by loud hours---Yet, bells remind me to stay quiet. I am changed. Brief, Unforgettable Moment of Nette Onclaud 11..23..13 Carly Lalion