Mandala 2

For the music of the soul is touched
by the rhythm of wings
flowing deep into the heart
of the one who listens.

For the gentleness of peace is grasped
by the hand that trembles
in love and fear
burned by embers of blue waters.

For time locks itself in a clock
yet is held by nothing -
racing towards eternity
in the eternal hand.

I therefore ride on
the chariot of the burdened souls,
freed at last by a dying and living,
toward the Eternal.