Tumbleweed Mandala

 

 

 

 

I saw a sacred wheel
spin without end.
Sacred geometry flying.
A Tumbleweed
blowing in the wind.

A piece of my past,
and my peace of mind,
weaving an intricate design.

An imaginal cell,
looking for a place to land.
Mapping the future,
as far as I can tell.

A dream mandala
with something to say.
A strong wind blowing,
on a calm clear day

A dream inspired poem by Valley Reed © 5-14-20