I am thinking that the Buddha must have been female; at least in Tibet.
(The gods, as we know, are shape-shifters.)
There is so much of cycles there.
I am thinking that the Buddha must have been female; at least in Tibet.
(The gods, as we know, are shape-shifters.)
There is so much of cycles there.
Above and below: sand mandalas in the Sera Monastery in Lhasa. Each made with the intention of its own dissolution; as a reminder of impermanence in the universe. Photos by Ariel Tarpey. |
Of mandalas
containing all of the directions at once
and all of the seasons.
All of space and all of time,
radiating outward from a single point.
Mural of the Wheel of Life or the Wheel of Samsara outside the sanctuary at the Sera Monastery in Lhasa. |
Of the wheel of life.
Of the understanding that
day gives way to night
and night to day.
That life that gives way to death
that gives way to life once more.
Of karma.
Of "what goes around
comes around."
Prayer wheels, each of them designed to revolve like tiny planets in a prayerful universe. |
Of approaching the sacred obliquely,
in clockwise circles.
Of orbits.
Of revolutions;
of both seeking and being
the fixed point,
because the fixed point is god.
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