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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
~Svasti