the miracle

when the earth spins

mandalas grow

webbed with our intentions

dancing spirits around a flame

burning, the core

(inside our names)

… and the moon watches over us

carefully and grins

as our stories begin

then die, and recycle again …

its gleaming eye bearing witness of

our chants –

blessed with dreams while we dance –

and the circles flow,

mandalas grow:

illuminating life within

we have yet to know.

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