A circle of patterns drawn from intent
curls, loops, swirls, bodhisattvas, stories
etched with fine flowing sand
in colours of virtues
slip with purpose from funnels and tubes.
Fingers search for control
hard-found in a rambling mind
learn lessons in impermanence
engaging senses five
Till a venerated object of beauty
resonates as a prayer on the floor
Incense lit, is worshipped,
then brushed together and destroyed
with meditative focus, as when made.
Offered to Buddha, surrendered to water
the Mandala flows
spreading its blessings around.
Anita Satyajit is a Hyderabad-based freelance writer whose poems have been published in Kritya and Muse India.
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