Tuesday, February 7, 2012


Mandalas are everywhere. Nature forms them and we find ourselves within them. We make them. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. The vast omnipresent grid of Indra's web is made up of nodes of everything. Nothing exists but in relation to everything else.  All cultures make mandalas. Some are for praying, others are for reflection. I think their beauty comes from their resonance. We respond to them and recognize them as our natural home. By making a mandala or witnessing one we see our life and its' trajectory laid plain. The eternal returns. The expansion and contraction. The repeated patterns. The cycles of the interior and their reflections in the exterior. 

1 comment:

  1. this is so striking! I am completely drawn into it. true beauty.