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
~bela ’16