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Musing for answers in stasis

Sitting whilst others sleep

Before me the mandala

Wisdom beings all

Light sparkling love

Sprinkle of dakinis

Singing, being

Breathe in

Mandala is my heart

Breathe out

At mandala’s centre

Interchanging like wind and space

Where do I start and end?

Not the borders of this flesh

Point of origin not found

It just always was

No answers or ideas

Except breathe and feel it

Sending love

Being love

Mandala is me

Molten heart-lava spilling over