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Little Strings

Such fragile things,
of little strings
our human hearts are made.

But little strings don’t bind
our hearts and minds,
and from the path we’ve strayed.

As we trip and fall,
and rage against it all,
those little strings seem frayed.

The way is surrender,
trusting fingers tender,
wove little strings into a braid.


The Healing Bowl

the healing bowl rang
and my heart leaped and cried
I feared without fear
that perhaps I had died.

the sound of an other world
brought unto this
divine caress
spirit’s kiss.

a pristine gift
from source to soul
the magnificent call
of the healing bowl.