Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
community here.
stillness fills the space.
bell tolls—breaks silence.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Art of Being collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May14, 2026.
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Let's keep ringing that bell! 🕊️🙏
I'm going to go way off the beaten path with this one my friend. Each line contains five syllables and five is a feminine number in numerology. Communities are basically feminine in nature with women being more communal in nature, stillness fills the space, this gives the sense of peace with women being of nature more peaceful, bell tolls, breaks the silence (a form of communication) women more verbal and communicative. This poem feels feminine to me Tristan. Nicely done
Clang! That bell ringing woke me up. I was asleep in the sermon. lol. Or was it a glug woke me up? heehee.
Indeed! I woke to it too. I guess we can say we woke to the sound of the glugging bell! 🔔 🤣
A sinister presence it is, an ominous glugging sound. But we know who it is, of course! lol.
For whom the bell tolls ...
Beautiful! Love stillness fills the space. Well done my friend.
nice haiku.The routine of those who worship.Well done
Prefer Stillness myself. Nice.
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