
Reflections of the past
Aspirations for the future
Inspiration for the present
Nurture for the soul
Beauty to the eye
Observations in a turbulent world
Wishes silently made.

Reflections of the past
Aspirations for the future
Inspiration for the present
Nurture for the soul
Beauty to the eye
Observations in a turbulent world
Wishes silently made.
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What goes around comes around…… a proverb that you are more than likely familiar with.
Sometimes poetry also goes around. I’ve experimented with “mandala” poems on and off for a number of years.
“Mandala” is the Sanskrit word for circle. It can be defined in two ways:
Externally, it can be a visual representation of the world or universe.
Internally, it can act as a meditation guide.
Mandalas, often extremely ornate mandalas, are objects of devotion in Tantric Hindu and in Tantric Buddhism. They remain popular in countries like Nepal and Tibet.

(ignore the ghostly hand in the photo- that mandala may be beautiful but it is a nightmare to try to photograph!)
Carl Jung, the renowned Swiss analytical psychologist re-introduced mandalas to the West from a different perspective:
“I sketched every morning in a notebook a small circular drawing…which seemed to correspond to my inner situation at the time…only gradually did I discover what the mandala really is….. the Self, the wholeness of personality which if all goes well is harmonious.” Carl Jung, Memories Dreams Reflections
Jung recognised that the desire to create mandalas occurs during moments of personal growth or reflection.
Creating mandalas is also a fun, highly visual way to introduce poetry to both younger and older children.
Sometimes, even as an adult, you need to channel that inner poetic child.
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I dug into my poetry archives for this week’s blog. Been a while since I shared any…..
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I Wonder When
When did he last hold me
And really feel me?
When did he last kiss me
And really taste me?
When did he last say “I love you”
And truly mean it?
When did he last make love to me
And relish in me?
When did he last listen to me
And even hear me?
I wonder when it was……..
Written 5th February 2010
(Image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)
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