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Seeking the Source mandala…

Posted in art, mandala, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 2016/10/13 by greenteadoodles
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Seeking the Source

This mandala is a kind of inversion of the previous one – even to the extent of “breaking the rules” and creating it from the edge inwards instead of from the centre outwards. There is still a Celtic knot as a foundation but the trees are reaching for the centre instead of stretching out. For this one, I tried for the first time to divide the circle into a number other than eight. The twelve divisions give a very different feel – there are connotations such as clocks or rose windows… I expect this mandala to be quite transformed by the addition of colour and will post again once the painting layer is done.

Tom had a preview of this one and has already produced this potent poem to accompany it – Thank you! 🙂

Reaching upward toward the changeless Sky
filled with swallows turning as they fly

Deeply rooted in the fertile Earth
entangled moments giving joyous birth

To connection: linked embodied minds
souls well met, butterflies in kind

Thrusting inward to the source of all
bending outward, answering the call

Of root and branch and leaf to grow and thrive
a flower blossom opening, alive!

image (c) 2016 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2016 Tom Radcliffe

forest joy mandala…

Posted in art, mandala, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 2016/09/20 by greenteadoodles
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seeking in the forest and finding the unexpected

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forest mandala quadrant

When I was drawing this mandala, I thought of greens and purples …I was thinking mysterious …but the more I painted, the more it became instead suffused with joy. I hope it lifts your heart to look at it as mine was while creating it.

UPDATE: A truly wonderful poem from Tom for this image! Thank you. 🙂

Intertwining all connects to all
radiating joy from root to branch
curving endless rise within a fall
twisting time, sequestering mere chance
as some creative gravity draws skies
toward the future, outward looking in
toward the open contemplative eyes
toward the garden innocent of sin.
Silent beauty deep, complex, divine
entwining truths entangled by connections
bending on in endless knotted lines
a pilgrimage through stations of reflection.
Each moment moves, creating time and more
in stillness drawing all into the core

Poem (c) 2016 Tom Radcliffe

images (c) 2016 Hilary Farmer