Mandala

Tell me about your real story.
How you came to be this open book
In a library full of closed ones.
How the pages turn like roads
In the passing days.

And how you
Lend your love letters out
To the readers of open hearts
So that the art of transmission
Will not die in the world.

How in your wizardry and parable
You reveal a diary of light
To those who would learn beyond
The autobiography of their past.

You no longer talk in sound bites
Of information,
But paint allegories
From the oil of your experience.
Your living mythology
More real now than the symbols it uses.

You chronicle the gospel
Of our moments
And each one is an odyssey
To be interpreted whole.
A poem to be read
In the mandala of your words.

Tell me your story.
Draw a mystic circle here
That speaks of the beginning and the end
And the unfolding of meaning
That transpired as your life.