All the small boy wants is the tangerine
robe of the Tibetan monk, and to touch
his chocolate arms smooth as pashmina
curled at work above the sacred mandala.
The child’s getting there is all
one-pointed beginner’s mind
rushing beyond the gold museum rope
designed to separate us.
Slipping past all obstacles, the boy
makes a beeline for attainment.
The monk, steadily dropping indigo dots
of sand down a narrow metal slide
turns seamlessly to greet the boy.
Hurry slowly, he says, then takes
the child’s hand and presses it in a blessing
against his wide monk forehead.
I love what you do! Question: Can someone tell me who the artist is who created the amazing mandala pictured above the poem? Thanks.
We don’t know what artist or artists created the mandala itself, but the image was captured by a photographer who goes by the name Stonadecel.