Nine bells
ring in
a revelation
from our conversation
the paradoxical
resonates
along the valley
and deep within
as again we do begin
to shine through
our rusty layers
and are heartened by
the message coming
before we try,
as trying is
too hard for all
believing is
what brings to us
the measure of
mankind
to shine,
no dust is ever deep enough
to bury faith in dry sand dunes
and it is as if life,
the knives, the strife,
is mellowed by the golden
chime
from a rusted bell on an old
clothes line.
So ring your bell and dance
your tune
fill your heart with long
lost love
feel the ground
but look above
as there within and all
around
it is the Love
that chimes the bell,
it is the past
blowing far away,
it is the mountain
that holds it’s ground
and rises high,
it is the bird in every sky,
it is the love we give
ourselves,
it is the song with harmony
that fills our hearts
and lightens up the heavy
times
the mystic nine,
the moments in our daily
time.
Let life ring
let freedom flow
let joy come through to all
of you,
let birds fly high and
wombats hide,
let bells ring true and
bring good cheer
on every day in every year.
(Written on July 23, 2015)
