Unmanifest chimes

Two brass disks
Buddhist chimes
Dangling concave down
either
end
of
a
string
Sanskrit of cosmic meaning
Embossed around
Their convex tops

Makes me remember
The couple
Friends of olde
Their love
When they gifted me
Those shiny chimes
For my birthday

The polished brass imbued
With the spirit
Of our friendship
Like a golden rose offered

Often I smile
Lift the string
The chimes float
Side-by-side
Rims collide
RING… ring… ing… ng… n… g…

Again I tap the rims against each other
Again and again
I ask the chimes to ring

Why?

‘Cause chimes create 
And make
Me
A Creator
Of sound

From where?
From silence…

Rising from silence
Into sound
Falling back to silence

Stillness Vibrating Stillness

Chimes teach
I learn
From nothing comes something
Into nothing goes something

The question arises
Is nothing something
Or something nothing?

But the question of friendship
Need never arise
A friend is always something
And their ring is forever

~ John