The Still Point

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
In this room at 6:30 AM, June 5, the light slants through the small window.
Soft beige walls hold the quiet, hardwood floor cool under the zabuton cushion.
You sit there, my worn brass singing bowl, six inches across, etched with time.
Jon Kabat-Zinn whispered once, awareness arises on purpose, in this moment.
I address you, old friend, your rim waiting for the mallet’s touch.

[Chorus]
Still point, where the default mode quiets.
Sandalwood lingers, earthy and woody, at 68 degrees Fahrenheit.
No judgement, just the breath, in and out.
You, bowl, hold the vibration, the inner refuge.
Dissolve the self, let the observer fade.

[Verse 2]
Early morning in 2023, the app timer dims on the phone nearby.
Matcha tea steams in the ceramic cup, waiting for after.
But now, it's you I speak to, brass curve catching the light.
Full Catastrophe Living, page turned in 2013, echoes here.
Your sound, a single strike, ripples through the air, grounding me.

[Bridge]
Strange, how in stillness, the sense of self unravels.
Like those unnamed patients from the 1970s, their pains aggregated, forgotten.
Yet here, with you, the gaps fill—long-term effects unknown, but felt.
Wool blanket over shoulders, gentle weight at 20 degrees Celsius.

[Verse 3]
Wherever You Go, There You Are, Hyperion 1994, guides the way.
You, singing bowl, signal the start, the end.
Mindfulness in the present, non-judgemental gaze.
The world outside wakes, but we stay, in this woody scent.

[Chorus]
Still point, where the default mode quiets.
Sandalwood lingers, earthy and woody, at 68 degrees Fahrenheit.
No judgement, just the breath, in and out.
You, bowl, hold the vibration, the inner refuge.
Dissolve the self, let the observer fade.

[Outro]
And in this dissolution, resilience blooms.