You
enter the mandala
through the center bindu heart of being,
slide like silken honey
into shimmer morning dewdrops
ringing chimes and bells through all of nature
spiritual vibrant with patterns in motion
permanent ephemeral
all single-stream continuous
aflow through valleys green and wet and
ripe with plums and cherries,
where you wander, eyes wide open as the sky,
senses fiery and alive to every contact,
floating fleetness
searching
through woods of dark and mystery
every day and every night,
in search of subtle sweet relief from
desperation dread desire,
the insatiable lust for hard cold fast material
that drives each thought, each action,
but will never be fulfilled
and so you shiver from shadow to shadow,
meander from dusk until dawn,
until the moment of magic envelopes,
the crack of the frozen eternal,
the knife-edge-sharp instant in time
when connections emerge from the air,
when the shapes of the pattern
merge fast with the night and
the lines and the angles
form luminous allignments
that flow to reach in, touch |
warm
fingertips upon your heart
and you will glimpse the unity,
the single essence,
all-encompassing, pervading
lingering and loving
everything that ever was
and is and will become again
the flowering motes of eternity,
the infinite eyes of the universe,
and with this renewed vision you may
glimpse
the truth of the mandala,
the you in me and me in you in everything
and the walls and distinctions
of the world within and the world without
will disappear like morning mist
upon the rising of the sun
as rays of golden brilliance
enlighten
brighten all the world,
and thus is born the truth in beauty
cloud-sway passive wisdom
that opens your awareness to
the you in the mandala,
the mandala in your soul,
and you will see with stone-in-river clarity
that you were in its heart
and it in yours
since all the world began
and longer still by far. |
