Requiem for a G Bowl

Close your eyes and take a deep breath in… and out.

Before you lies the shattered remains of something once whole—once resonant, once pure in its vibration. A vessel that held sound, that carried intention, now fractured, silent.

Breathe in… honoring what was. Breathe out… surrendering to what is.

Nothing in life is permanent. Not the bowl. Not the sound. Not even this moment. All things arise, exist, and fade—just as a note rings out and dissolves into silence. But was the song ever lost? Or does it live on in memory, in resonance, in the unseen space where energy transforms?

Breathe in… feeling the echoes of what once was. Breathe out… embracing the unfolding of what comes next.

This bowl, this vessel of song, has completed its journey in this form. But the experience it gave—the vibrations that touched your heart, the stillness it created, the moments of connection it shaped—those remain. Sit in the silence now. Not as absence, but as presence. Not as loss, but as space. A space where new sounds, new moments, new possibilities can arise.