In the heart of a mandala’s embrace,
Where symphonies of colors interface,
Lies the essence of life’s gentle grace,
A sacred artistry, a sacred space.
In every curve, in every line,
A story unfolds, a tale divine,
Of goodness blooming, a grand design,
In intricate patterns, pure and fine.
Like whispers carried on the breeze,
Mandalas dance beneath the trees,
Their beauty weaves, their spirit frees,
A canvas of peace, a sanctuary’s keys.
And as the oil touches the skin,
It whispers secrets, akin to kin,
Nourishing, healing, from deep within,
A symphony of wellness, let us begin.
For in the mandalas gentle sway
And in the oil’s nurturing display,
We find the essence of life’s bouquet,
A radiant bloom, day by day ~
