
my mandala
took shape and form
on an empty page
after many stops and starts
the first shape,
drawn only after a pause—
a quiet breath of letting go
my pen began to move in a rhythm
just as the breath does when we take
notice and fall into the present…
mandalas
always circular in shape
draw us into the center—
our center
our beauty
and in so doing
we let go
this is my moment
my letting go
my center
my beauty
~bela ’16