Mandala

A circle.
A universe.
A drop of sap from the tree of life.

Entrances and exits.
Lines and curves.

I often wonder what made us step away and yearn for control.
Where did the original fear come from? There is no sin, there is no offense and no punishment.

But there came a time when we stopped the natural beating time of the earth, when we felt a sting, when we became cold beyond temperature drop, but deep in our soul.  When we stopped being tree, bird, air, water, dear, bear, fish and fire. 
There came a time when tears became salty and extremely scarce. We reserved the drops almost exclusively to those of our kind. We made it clear we were a "kind", and not just another. 

Time was now to be used, not prevailing.
A touch of palm, a stare, silence became a threat.
Having nowhere to go, but still traveling and moving.

Our children must be trained,
falsely under the concept of education. 
We are soldiers, not creatures of this earth. 

When was our soul so painfully removed from what sweats, breathes, cries and dances?
We are a circle, each one of us, belonging to a bigger wheel. 
A pattern and design of your own, yet belonging nonetheless. 

A circle.
A universe.
A drop of sap from the tree of life. 
That is who you are.