The beauty of the Gong.

A physical sounding board of the soul, reaching out into the ether; the universe.
Becoming as one, a vibrant composition.

Of beat and rhythm, my heart interblending with harmony and resonant voice.
I hear its song, my heart sings in reverent communion.

Orchestrate and play, through day and by night ceaseless intercourse.

Timeless breath of life that truly is, interjoining.
Entwined, bound and ceaseless through motion.

Inhale then exhale, forging the sacred contract of colour and song.
My spirit and soul, becoming that of what I am bound through beauty.

Fulfilment of, expression through the intimate relationship.
Through and beyond physical constraint, the portal and doorway; ascension.

Paul Ford 2009