bela’s mandala

 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