Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Renewal The Mandala


breathless, the circle
invisible
yet seen
solid
moves unchanged
and
transforms

a flame of the heavens
one
perfect
glowing
continuous
shinning lamp
ebbs and flows
making way
in the sea of life

created, before time
the Mandela
complete
in grace and form
beginning and end
ever
ever
inhales

master of all
life and death
grasping
it
engulfs matter
and
spins through eternity
a shimmering orb
ablaze
deep in it's void

thick is the circle
thick
patterns pulsate in time,blood
strings
attach and detach
while
the Mandala
stops
but to start anew

eternal...master creator
passes
and
we, are rekindled
burning bright but a moment
over and over
again and again
renewal in motion
afresh

down
down
the lamplight's path we glide
only to end,begin
forever
as
the circle, the great Mandela
progresses
swiftly
drifts cracking
as it rides the void
then
exhales

2 comments:

Curtiss Ross said...

Wonderfully worded tapestry of a Mandala!

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Cassiopeia Rises said...

I am so glad that you liked the poem. Your work is wonderful.


Melanie