Human Mandala

Human Mandalas – The Geometry of Flesh

Long before my book was written,
long before words carried the memory,
I wove bodies into patterns of light.

Not symbols.
Not flowers.
But human forms — mirrored, multiplied,
woven into living mandalas.

Printed on canvas,
they left my hands as artworks,
portals that spoke a language few could yet hear.
A whisper from the future,
a code that had not yet found its time.

Now, twenty years later,
the same geometry returns.
Fractals of flesh,
crosses that breathe,
a vertical ladder rising like DNA.

It is not a memory of art,
it is a remembering of origin:
that we are not outside the mandala,
we are the mandala.
Sacred geometry made visible in skin,
the cosmos incarnated in form.

This work is not a chapter.
It is a current of its own.
A collection that stands apart,
yet flows from the same source.
A reminder that the codes of creation
were always already here,
waiting for us to see ourselves
as the pattern.