I stood at that center of stone,
the sun reaching dusk.
My heart watched the world—
too big, still spinning.
The bell that hadn’t rung
in a decade or more
was rung that day.
I felt it in my core,
reverberating through my body—
replacing all inside me
with stillness.
Peace and inner knowing:
right place, right time,
exactly where I was meant to be.
Receiving was all that was asked of me.
I learned to call it the soul bell.
She still rings when something
resonates profound.
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I think I’ll agree with soul bell. We have that within. Interesting thoughts, Jasmine
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Thank you, Hazel. It’s a feeling, yes.
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My pleasure, Jasmine
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The soul bell, beautiful piece.
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Thank you.🔔
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