The Gong Strikes

The Gong has been struck,

Deeper the impact of its presence commanding I recognize what I am made of. My skin speaks of form, shape, my material possessions My blood tells of where my life force flows to My bones show me true foundation, community and life purpose.

The gong strikes again

This time it speaks of surrender Surrender the world of form I have held together and maintained Dissolve my contracts and commitments that have false seals Scatter my coveted seeds, before they are forever dormant

For as the gong reaches my core I am told to be reborn I must become simple i must empty my purse, and then as the last drop of life evaporates

The gong strikes again