It is early morning. The sun has not even started to poke thru the thin layer of fog. The weather is cool, but not cold. All is quiet, except for the sound of birds preparing to fly. Suddenly, a gust of wind, the gong is struck, and the powerful deep calming sound radiates throughout the garden. I have no idea of the time, because I’m consumed by the peacefulness inside of my mind. Does anything else matter?



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