The Mandela......

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 crafter
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.....