Why do bells fascinate us?
Huge carillons clanging in
new years, weddings, death;
tiny bells that tinkle with
sweet angel songs.
Ring them in,
ring them out!
Clapper striking dome
producing vibrations which sound.
Am I the clapper or the dome?
Sometime I am the clapper
striking out to produce
sound–the instrument of change.
Sometimes the dome
waiting for the Force to strike
so I can sing my message.
Am I a tiny bell
riding on the ankles of fairies,
or a giant bell
echoing across the vale?
All is One–I AM both!
Source of Inspiration 
You are both! Hooray. Sounds like you’ve struck a balance. Nice work.
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Tinkle or clang, ring your message loud and clear, boldly proclaiming for all to hear,
singing the songs you hold dear. Ring on!
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Thanks for the rhyme and smile you gave me. Hugs, pat
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cute…
A+
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You amaze me that you get to all of our poems. Don’t know how you do it and everything else but thanks for all of your loving support. Hugs, pat
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All is One. I Am both.
This is so beautiful.
Bells… The first one of your poems I am reading this morning.
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Sara, you are a faithful fan and dear friend. Nice to know you start your day with me. I think of you often, too. Hope you know how to swim, hear there is lots of water on the other side of the world. Hugs, pat
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