
The bell, the bell, the bell invites us, to sit, alone, together. Breathing slowly, the fragrant incense flows, in, out; in, out; in, out. The silence of the meditation hall gently holds me in the lap of the Buddha. The bell.
Fred Allendorf

The bell, the bell, the bell invites us, to sit, alone, together. Breathing slowly, the fragrant incense flows, in, out; in, out; in, out. The silence of the meditation hall gently holds me in the lap of the Buddha. The bell.
Fred Allendorf