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
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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
