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Four monks sit cross-legged
in their red and saffron robes
creating a sand mandala
swirling colours , intricate design.
After hours of labor,
it is all swept away,
clearing the space for another day
~impermanence~
Clearing the space for another day,
it is all swept away,
after hours of labor,
swirling colour, intricate design,
a sand mandala creation.
In their red and saffron robes,
the four monks sit, cross-legged.
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Endless song sung joyfully
under the sun and moon
the notes repeat
a circular tune
in by day and out by night
I hear its roar, I feel its beat
- eternal waves -
I hear its roar, I feel its beat
in by day and out by night
a circular tune,
the notes repeat
under the sun and moon -
an endless song, sung joyfully
Palindromes. The word "impermanence" was in my head thanks to Myrna's beautiful poem with that title........
Excellent, Sherry! I find these incredibly difficult to do.
ReplyDeleteAh, the sand mandala being swept away -- such a good example of the impermanence of everything. It definitely is something we all need to learn & come to terms with. NOTHING lasts forever.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how the pieces play themselves beautifully in whichever order you read. Superb.
ReplyDeletebeautifully done palindrome... i wish i had the patience for mandalas.. oy.. lots to learn over here
ReplyDeleteLovely Sherry. Mandalas are deep lessons for us to cherish each moment. Thanks for mentioning my poem. I love how artfully you adhere to form while saying something so meaningful.
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