The Secrets of the Singing Bowl

The large metal bowl sits heavily in my left hand.
I am immediately taken to the faraway Himalayan land.
The weight of the bowl becomes slightly heavier.
I count the seven metals, one for each planet and this makes it steadier.
The Devangiri script leaps towards my eyes.
It must be the maker’s name, what a surprise.
I strike the rim gently with a small wooden beater.
It sounds like a call to Mount Everest wanting to meet her.
I strike the bowl again in a circular motion.
A humming, singing sound envelopes me like a therapeutic potion.
I strike the bowl again and hear a unique sound.
If you listen closely many worlds can be found.
You can access a magic land of great variety.
Your yin and your yang combine to create a sense of piety.
I strike the bowl again for a final time.
The sound surrounds me and I live in the sound, making the last chime rather sublime.
I place the precious bowl down upon a table.
The singing bowl allows me to greet the present world willing and able.
Namaskaar till the next Namaste, as my singing bowl is here to stay.