Meditation

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    With the bang of the gong

peace fills the land

    With each fling of the chimes

tranquility fills the sky

    With each chord of the organ

serenity fills the water

    With each pluck of the strings

kinship fills the creatures

    With each ting of the bells

harmony fills the heart

 

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