I have a brass singing-bowl that rings a couple times a day. It is a sound that I encourage with a small wooden striker. It is a sound that comes from the unique essence of the bowl as the metal vibrates in response to my invitation.
Whenever the bowl sings, it does so with a substance that has been present since the Big Bang began. The metallic nature of the bowl has been shaped by stars a couple of star generations before our sun. The form of the bowl has come from energy produced out of the evolving essence of our own sun.
The sound I hear rises from sources that have been present for billions of our earth years. The bowl sitting on my dresser has been rising to this moment of song for eons so vast that they lose their meaning. The song of the bowl comes from a place that there seems to be no measurable time.
For me, every time the bowl sings, it does so outside of time and with an intimate connection with everything that is also arising. The substance and shape of my bowl has been rubbing against everything that exists for as long as there has been time. I may see my singing bowl sitting before me on my dresser, but it has always been present to everything, affected by everything and arising with everything.
The universe has been a chorus of arising entities and the arising is happening right now. This is a realization of physics in our modern era. It is a realization that I experience every time I hear my brass bowl sing. I invite my bowl to sing, it invites me to arise with it.