mandala dream
sleeping
I saw you small    star
   far
      in the back of black
wakingly sleeping
I saw you move toward me
   grow
         slow
and brightly    so
      whitely
   you hovered close
then


       snow


snowbirth of stardust
   streaming from your sides
      as you burn
little stars
         dancing
      spinning
               around you
whitely
   lightly
circles circling
         turning
               turning
                     turn
            till


              vanish


and the host is gone
the black is back
and softly I am
      of
         in
            through

   velvet


blackly I am and am not
blackly I am not and

                     am      


© 1972 Leslye Layne Russell, Vancouver, B.C.


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