Tibetan Bowls

What grace!
The sound of nothing.
What grace that this
always
already is.
All I can offer in return
is the empty bell 
of my smile,
the empty bowl of my heart
ringing
with the food of light.
Bowing to you,
my skull is also a bowl,
my chest a bowl,
my belly a bowl,
my mother's womb a bowl,
empty and full.
Who is the striker
of this music?
The world has no cause.
It simply happens
without end or beginning
for the sake of friendship.

Gratitude to the bowl-masters, Karl Black and David Erentrout, who performed this healing sound meditation at Common Bread, Olympia WA, on 1/26/12, for the students at Evergreen College.