This week was a special case. I was not at home but in the countryside, and instead of one, two mandalas emerged. Also both mandalas only existed for a short moment (actually only long enough for me to take the pictures).
They don't really speak, I can't verbalize the message. They are focused, intense and clear, yet the mind can't categorize them. Somehow disturbing. But they belong together, the first one birthing the other. It is a process. Maybe a process towards freedom, whaddaya think?
the first one
the second one
