The Golden Bell
by Mindie Kniss
by Robin H. Lysne
So this is what it’s like
One moment fear
the next vastness.
Goals cease to be goals
Instead a star-filled night
fills me.
Star Woman
you are me now
as you are every one.
No fear
now love
no contraction now immensity
I am a dark night full of stars
Yet this is no night,
only shining,
no stars without immense space.
This spot called Earth
one elegant teacher of each
jasmine flower
every scratch of
bird to its
flea bitten wing.
Stop, look how pink is sprayed through the rattan shade
as the copper sun
flowers in the west
open to a single hum
a golden bell
calling one
to velvet
silence.
Robin H. Lysne is a poet, author of three books and a professional medium and intuitive. Her writing has been published in North American Review, numerous anthologies including the Harvest from the Emerald Orchard and in two of her books; Dancing Up the Moon, and Heart Path. Visit her website at www.thecenterforthesoul.com.
Editor’s Note: “The Golden Bell” originally appeared in Heart Path.