The Mandala Star. December 13, 2020
I felt like I was floating through the patterns of the universe. I turn as if I was under the sea looming around each cove. To discover a massive turtle gazing into my eyes.
Beauty and nature smiles. I see it.
She cries too, I feel it.
As I fly I see the beauty.
The little boy blowing bubbles.
The women looking for her keys.
Awareness of connectedness.
I am connected to that women who now found her keys.
I fly through colors of red and green.
The red is velvety and luxurious and warm.
Green is showering me with an abundance of good health and soothes my soul. The colors of life take me to a place that is real and imaginable.
I am a star floating.
We are all stars floating in the vast universe.
I am that symbol of heaven and the corners of the earth.
The star is sacred.
I see the stars at night.
I feel the stars by day.
Learning from the star, it has the wisdom of the universe.
I remember I am part of that star.
We are together. Yes we are one.
We are the stars.
By: Diane Chavez (Zian)