Jack Jordan Poet Free verse

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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Timothy Hicks March 11, 2013 at 11:27 AM "You should sit in meditation twenty minutes a day, unless you're too busy; then you should sit for an hour" - old zen saying... It's good practice to step outside yourself every now and then, I'm curious if the three bells you heard were a doorbell? Jack Jordan March 11, 2013 at 2:22 PM The bells were literally that, marking the start and end of the meditation period. They are actually bronze bowls struck with a wooden mallet. Beautiful things, they are.

Madelin Barton February 7, 2013 at 3:39 PM great work Jack Jordan February 7, 2013 at 5:26 PM Thanks again...