morning tibetan singing bowl

Night curtains the booms

protected by duvet

i cuddle a pillow,

till a creak of shoes signals return of partner

home from night guarding the kibbutz.

Quietly he replaces his gun,

removes his jacket

and i’m up

to insert coffee into my waiting brain

to inscribe haiku onto a blank page

news, shower, exercise

then

tibetan singing bowl

arouses my core

entrance to the inner zone

where breath takes precedence

mind melts inward

hypnosis into a reservoir of patience and love

i lose focus

tibetan singing bowl returns a reminder

vibration into space

ripples into consciousness

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