The Gong Poem by james watkin

The Gong



Above fogs, and all that clouds
A true view of things;
As confines man, a star-child
To concepts, soulless.
There, each floating mountain, atop
Enshrined, a gong rings.
To inner peace, led; afar
Against, whose ears press.

Sunday, September 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: sound,religious
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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