The mandala is the pattern that encircles, the structure that embodies, the spirit that imbues...
To travel the path of the mandala, close your eyes to feel the light, seal your ears to taste the song, open your mind to sense the flow... and just... let... go...
Mandalas are the rings in the trunk of the universal tree, the pattern of veins on its leaves, the arrangement of petals in its flowers, the intricate pattern of shadows it casts across the cosmos...
The call of the mandala is the sound of the spinning of the galaxy... sooner or later we all will hear its whisper, and reply...
If the mandala is a labyrinth, then we are the path... if it is a riddle, then we are the answer... if it is a quest beyond our understanding, then we are the strength and the peace required to conceive the inconceivable...
The mandala is the ever-evolving mark of infinity upon the human spirit, it is the fingerprint of the eternal on the substance of the self...
The mandala has no arms, yet it embraces us; it has no eyes, yet it sees through all illusion; it has no voice, yet it speaks the ultimate truth of the universe...
The quest for enlightenment is a journey that can be traced along the lines and curves of the mandala's infinite complexity— there is no grand and glorious end to the quest, rather it is the journey itself that enlightens.
Sunset like a golden rose, a million brilliant butterflies explode into the air— a fluttering mandala fills the sky, and rises to the heavens...
The lines of the mandala show the way to hidden paths within ourselves where we may discover beauty, grace and peace. Too often we struggle to hide these treasures from the world, and in the end forget that they have been ours all along.
There is no place unknown, no thought unborn, no beauty undiscovered in the illuminating glow of the mandala.
Mandala dreams in amber night, glowing dark and golden light, secret spiral dance within, gracefully the quest begins...
The mandala is the touch of the essence intangible upon the delicate skin of the universe...
The mandala is a brilliant flash of unremembered vision... ten thousand dreams in the blink of an eye.
The mandala dances gracefully in stillness, sings gloriously in silence, exists ecstatically in emptiness...
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