" Begin the song exactly where you are,
Remain within the world of which you're made.
Call nothing common in earth or air,
Accept it and let it be for good.
Start with the very breath you breathe in now,
This moment's pulse, this rhythm in your blood.
And listen to it, ringing soft and low.
Stay with the music, words will come in time.
Slow down your breathing,
Keep it deep and slow.
Become an open singing-bowl, whose chime
Is richness rising out of emptiness,
And timelessness resounding into time.
And when the heart is full of quietness
Begin the song exactly where you are."
: The Singing Bowl:
{Malcom Guiteg}
"and when the heart is full of quietness..."
for I so love a quiet heart.
"stay with the music, words will come in time..."
I'm here to stay...ever so slowly, the words arrive
for it starts with a quiet heart.
"begin the song exactly where you are..."
you are exactly where you need to be,
swaying to the rhythm of your own song.
I think I've found my motto for life here in this poem,
one worth memorizing,
storing in my soul for safekeeping...
always & forever.
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