The Mandala

I reach out to touch it, but it's got density like that of deep waters. I swim across the ocean & into the cold high mountains as my hair tickles my face in the wind. I ride on the golden pony, we float together & red rubies start to dance around us as we sink into the heart of the milky way. This is our world; this is us; me & the golden pony. I breathe in the fog & as i exhale my heart slips out of my feathered body to chase the green kite racing against the blue skies. They both lightly swing & slowly land together as i breathe my heart back in whilst it twirls & brings about magic dust as though it's a little sea fairy spinning in circles. This is such a strange world isn't it? But i do like it here, i like strange worlds. I've spoken to the Tibetan king with the royal gold crown & he's taken me in. It's his golden pony i'm riding on now & i do not want to go back aymore.

And i wonder why one can only imagine in two dimensions.