The temple bells caressed by breeze,
seize the moment, a calming ease
of heart’s surrender, lost in a sky of azure,
an infinite resounding knell
that does take hold any thoughts
and lay them down in pensive stillness,
serenely lit in wisdom’s glow
a quiet pause in knowing.
The air is crisp, distilled by favour,
in sanctity’s incomparable flavor,
one soul dressed in eloquent clothing
where stillness draws perfect to attention,
the calming hues of quiet repose,
like refracted light in radiant shards
ignites a mind to dream.
And sharp the mind in flow, attentive
yet so devoutly sewn into posture,
so quietly serene, lost in time’s ambivalence,
painting paths of spirit consciousness,
like following a dream
but wide awake, lucid in the knowing,
the showing of control and inner address,
feeling completely the emptiness.
A pose struck in calm rendering,
an unmovable force of reckoning,
as time moves apart, as if shunned from the start,
so mind takes journey’s steps,
opened to inexhaustible depths,
where dark caverns reveal
the whispers of God’s pure breath,
words silent impart such breadth, to avail.
All aligned, as energy defined, flows,
and rejuvenated a soul is,
who partakes the silence, the serene moments,
to find that elevation of mind,
freedom in the emptiness without human woe
and immersed in healing light,
a balance gained in flight,
a finding of peace, in release.
Clarity becomes the mind when truly aligned,
when energies flow as they should,
when concerns are lost in dreams
and life becomes simple,
each breath a new beginning,
where past and future meld into now,
and the temple bells sing, caressed by breeze,
life at ease and in favor.
Tony DeLorger © 2018