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before we sweep the sacred circles’ sands to the blessing river,
let us celebrate our living mandala, our finite cosmic diagram of the infinite.

strong, energetic red circles.
feminine pink triangles.
transformative orange waves.
laughing yellow parabolas.
nature’s green ovals.
healing blue birds.
spiritual purple branches.
mysterious black suns.

let it absorb your attention,
falling into it,
gazing into it,
swimming into it.

float with it.

our circle never ends but is pushed away, grains departing,
as life never ends, but its pieces are impermanent.
we are meditations forever whispered.
we are…