A Bell Rings

A bell rings,
and I am detached from the mountainside;
I tumble down,
like happy water pours downstream,
landing in a heap at the foot.

A bell has rung,
and I am plunged into the depths;
a return to first things,
a rebirth.

A bell has been rung,
and being is now detatched
from old ways of seeing,
from old ways of being,
and I must rediscover life and love.

A bell has been rung in me,
so that I may know the truth:
disharmony is unnatural;
all that exists desires true union.

Let the bell toll, for me and for thee!

Let the tone find center and radiate outward,
let us begin again, with new eyes,
our ascent of the mountain,
pouring up hill, like happy water.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen