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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