Sitting in the magnificence of the woods in Ireland (Rostrevor), this body craved silence .
My sleeping baby in the pram
My breath in my chest
I surrender to life in aloneness so Grace can hold me
Oh, these sweet moments when life flows through like the river stream next to me - I become one with life , not that I ever separate from life .
I hear the bell chimes of a nearby church
And simply in the surrender a poem headline comes through
( the bells of life )
( this s how I know these days a poem is in its emergence,a title is given, I type the title am given by Grace and the rest flows , in blind faith trust and surrender -. and just like life the bells of life, never asks for amend nor planning neither polishing ,
Merry Christmas to all
The BeLL OF LIFE
I hear the chamber of life as it vibrates through the bells of the church nearby
A temple for my heart
The bells of our birthing
Are resounding the song of Christ, the Buddha, the Divine
The bells of life Waiting to be lived
these bells
Are
Not embellished like Something on the outside
Or hung
On a temporary Christmas tree
No
Not polished nor believed
Not sparkly nor not sparkly
I want to talk about these bells
The bells of our inner radiance
Our inner life
Stirrings of Grace from within
I want to talk about those bells
And of course, nothing s wrong with the bells
We hang on a tree at Christmas
That s a ritual, too- a door to our inner bell stirrings
The bell of living life can embrace all
but oh how this bell of life wants to be sound
As it hangs in the depths of my heart
My sacred temenos
Reverberating in the sound of the wind
The rustle of the tree s leaves
The sound of people nearby and the kids laughter
The sound of my breath
This Bell has no place to hang, yet it s fully held and holds life
Breathe life into the bells of your heart
And let their pristine sound echo across the universe
Let you be the bell that embellishes the trees around you
Let you hang in true surrender on the tree of life
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