Silent Bells That Toll

Is it just me?

To whom the silent bells of nature toll?

To whom the creeping winds sing?

In whom the prayers of the world are answered?

The crisp sounds of the tree-leaves signal,

A fortuitous, pleasant moment in the wind,

Washed by the chants of Now.

The grace of the eternal present

Wipes away the grip of time.

No future to await,

No past to live,

I find myself here,

Under the silent bells that toll.