March 11, 2007
posted by Henry Reed at 11:38 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
2 Comments:
Funny but when I pulled this Mandala up today I could feel the face of a sad clown.
Lyrics….. SEND IN THE CLOWNS
Isn't it rich,
Aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss,
Don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Just when i stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that i wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines - no one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault i fear
I thought that you'd want what i want,
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise,
Who could foresee?
I've come to feel about you what you felt about me
Why only now when i see that you've drifted away
What a surprise, what a cliché
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here.
This is a reminder for me to not to forget to play. Thanks for sharing.
Jo
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