In Japan they are called ring gongs
In China and Tibet they are called singing bowls
Usually hand hammered brass bowls
Enthroned on a round ornate pillow
With a hard wooden striker.
The ancient Chinese believed
That the bowls collect our prayers
And when struck send them to Heaven
The one I have was given to me
By one who loved me and has gone on her way
Through the gateway of the Summer Stars.
By what ever name you call them
They are used to begin and end
A period of sitting meditation
One strike signifying the beginning of the period
Three strikes signifying the end.
The one strike reminds us of the unity of all things
The three, oh yes, the three signify so much to me.
The three refuges of the Christian:
I take refuge in the Lord Jesus Christ
I take refuge in His Holy Gospel
I take refuge in His Holy Church
The three refuges of the Buddhist:
I take refuge in the Buddha
I take refuge in the Dharma
I take refuge in the Shanga
And as the last sounds fades into silence
I am not filled with the peace
That so many seek and find in meditation
But rather an enormous sense of Gratitude
That I have traveled
In the company of such Giants
September 25, 2006


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H
Namaste
This is our third year.
And this year, besides various stripes of Christians and one Bah'ai
and me, the multireligious mystic,
we'll have a Dharma Center rep
and a Drumming Circle rep
and who knows who else might show up.
Wish you could have heard our Sing-out last spring.
All these religions in one place.
The Quakers probably took the cake with the line,
"You can't kill the devil with a knife or a gun."
So John,
thanks for your good words.
The sound those make is accompaniment for devotional songs.
Here too we have singing bowls of the kind you mentioned.
And lest I forget, your poem is very spiritual.