Mandalas IV


1

beneath the great branches
that shelter every living thing
upon the table
draped in endless green
they wait—
they have always waited—
the argent
chalice of the moon
the golden
chalice of the sun

and I—
I drink the new wine
from the cup all of silver
and the daughter of the moon
drinks the new wine
from the cup all of gold

and I take—
I have always taken—
her hand
upon a circle
paved with stone
to walk side by side
around the great branches
that shelter every living thing


2

within
the circle
of my human arms
I keep a slight trace
of a timeless moment
in a boundless space

within
the circle
of my human arms
I leave a way open
here in time
just in case



© 2013 Bruce Jones