The gong gathers the listeners
deep into a lush forest
humid and overgrown
a simple teak temple
a sweet hooded monk
purposely taps the bronze bowl.
Resonant
the sound pulls and lulls
and surrounds and enters.
In Pisa, a bell is tolled once
silencing the gaping tourists.
It bounces and builds
around the Baptistry
lifting from the floor
into the dome
hovering
resonant prayers.
