July 2, 2006
posted by Henry Reed at 9:50 AM
Each of these mandalas pictures the universal in a singular expression, and thus mirrors our own individual window on eternity. For seven years, between November 13, 2004 and November 13, 2011, I offered daily my individual perspective on this Great Mystery. You may download from these archives and use the mandalas, provided this blog's URL is credited. To purchase a CD copy of the collection, hi-res prints, license information, see henryreed.com
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The first thing that came to me was this song.....
Windmills Of Your Mind
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it's own
Down a hallow to a cavern where the sun has never shown
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgetton dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past minutes of his face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space
Like the circles you'll find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was is something that you said
Lovers walk along a shore
Leaving footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant trouble
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a soul
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew and it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of his hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On a ever spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles you'll find
In the windmills of your mind
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