that words once said
like deeds once done
life once lived
cannot be un-made
But every sound like all creation
has a birth
and a journey to end
in echos
that only we sustain
What is the sound of a bell un-rung?
The din of yesterdays dramas gently fading
to rustle and whisper
across falling leaves of who we were
but are no more
This is the sound of a bell un-rung
like an empty desert night
shhhh....
Breathe...
Peace...
Let compassion be our ears to hear
03/31/2012
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