Mandala Poems - Poems about Mandala

Sipping on all of my stevia sweetened canned cola soda. Thinking how for him I'll improve my metaphorical moda. Painting him a heart-shaped astrological mandala....

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the sands a practice in patience as they shine inner tranquility the sands mystify with colour a minds silent ...

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a cascade ancient spirit healing, Asian artwork. adapting mandalas around the world. Abstract designs articulate self worth. Hindu and Bhuddist monks used mandalas in creative, meditative, teaching - ancient spirit healing, Asian artwork. Today’s artists use the same principles line, color, texture,...

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Is created by us......... but we forget this and fuss. Our noses in our neighbors, worse another nations' business. We forget love and compassion, how unique, we are. Ah, striving to be number one, to be the outstanding star! How easily humanity falls off track. Don't you get that you are perfect and that's just that? Some days are up, some are down. Unless you...

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Mandela, Power Madiba, Freedom Words He stood and lived for. Mandela, Peace Madiba, Justice Words He seeked and pursued. Mandela, Tolerance Madiba, Hope Words He exhibited and gave. Mandela, Truth Madiba, Unity Words He speeches and embraced. Brightening His universe in completing His dream, Mandela the Mandala ©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah...

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Grogged, split into holographic shards: Hypnogog reveleations reflect One dreary dreamer. Divinity staggers to recall Itself in matter. Is God like peppermint? I think him more like meade caressing a breeze – just beyond the fresh whore. Bands of succulence orbit a soaked mind. The mandala, stony gravel out-stations brilliantly placed in the Logic, oddly so. In the centre the most divine Creation. The nipple more proud...

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What should I call myself? A fugitive or a voyager Driving in a car with a full speed ahead Looking for accuracy from incompleteness I'm a fugitive Dying for inspiration Escaping from this insecure life And try to find what is right From the crime of broken hope I'm a voyager Eager to believe in a dream Gain guts and looking for a chance Even...

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Sand carvers paintings engulfed in magic circles mandala symbols (My very first attempt at haiku)...

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Gazing at the sun in the very core, I feel my body release my soul. Staring at the rays and tongues of flame, my eyes are soothed with my exhales. The whisper of the breeze and the bamboo flute: with the song of chimes, ignites my mood. Suddenly aware of the voice of my heart, like a long lost friend, it starts a chat. A touch of jasmine in the scent...

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Daydreams need to be housed in a safe environment. Whilst relaxing, meditating , bathing and pottering about.... A daydream raises and floats out like a thought cloud... Comfortable, secure surroundings nurture these bubbles of dreams , hopes ,wishes inspirations........ Designing A protective animal border on the outer edge of the mandala Concentric boundaries evelope the core like tree rings Your...

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