This mandala was inspired by a quote from a Rumi poem:
"And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter.
It's quiet, but the roots are down there, riotous."
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Form Is Ecstatic
There is a shimmering excitement in being sentient and shaped.
The caravan master sees his camels lost in it, nose to tail, as he himself is,
his friend, and the stranger coming toward them.
A gardener watches the sky break into song, cloud wobbly with what it is.
Bud, thorn, the same.
Wind, water, wandering this essential state.
Fire, ground, gone.
That's how it is with the outside.
Form is ecstatic. Now imagine the inner: soul, intelligence, the secret worlds!
And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter.
It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.
If someone bumps you in the street,
don't be angry.
Everyone careens about in this surprise.
Respond in kind.
Let the knots untie, turbans be given away.
Someone drunk on this could drink a donkeyload a night.
Believer, unbeliever, cynic, lover, all combine in the spirit-form we are, but no one yet is awake like Shams.
-Rumi (from the book, Soul of Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks.)