the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

I
a brass bell clangs
in the old temple yard,
tuning my mind

II
at river’s edge,
entranced by water’s flow —
roused by a chirp

III
noisy forest —
a sudden silence,
roused by a hush

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