Hour Twelve: A Metaphor in Search of Meaning

Could this be

half a mandala —

a symbol for

half the universe?

Is this half the sorrow

before transformation

or the joy at the center?

 

Or is your gift

a lace fan —

unfolded to display

cool images of holy contentment — or

are these plumes of a strutting  peacock

cast in black and white —

showing off his beauty in

search of companionship?

 

It’s a mandala

of a different hue

a different nature

It’s the universe

celebrating my half journey,

inviting me to enter for joy and beauty,

for contentment and companionship.

One thought on “Hour Twelve: A Metaphor in Search of Meaning

  1. I find your poetry refreshingly different and insightful. This captures the essence of Mandala and I love all the different perspectives. It is very thorough. You’re on my list for further reading once this challenge is done. I look forward to it.

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