My life continues to circle itself in repeating patterns of habit. Once in awhile a ray of a different hue breaks through and pierces my everydayness. Penetrates another wall.
At my red-hearted center
A privileged No One,
in the middle of NoWhere,
doing NoThing.
in the middle of NoWhere,
doing NoThing.
I smile and play another turn at. . . .
NoThingness.
Move along with Being . . . .
Move along with Being . . . .
No One Special.
And embrace my. . .
And embrace my. . .
NoWhereness.
Swirling in the middle of it All.
(I created this mandala, using crayon, felt tip pen and colored pencils.)
1 comment:
Orice,
I tried to send you e-mail today and it keeps coming back undeliverable. I love your mandalas! Something I've never looked into before, but guess I will have to now. LOL
Please e-mail me with your new/current address so I can send you pix of what I'm up to.
Liz Waechter in Kansas
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