Forty-third Mandala – A Constellation Mandala

Forty-third Mandala – A Constellation Mandala

Eyes up to watch the sky,

letting the vastness of the deep dark night with millions of small flashing dots of a moonless night comfort me.

Facing this immense mysterious space above, around and beneath me,

I can, even if only intuitively with my heart, comprehend that the mystery that governs everything can, if I allow it, show me that even my biggest fears and sufferings is, in reality, small and limited in time and depth.

 

Browsing, I found the perfect words to describe this feeling:

“He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies, moved in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations, and the invisible splendor of God, opening his soul to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. In such moments, offering up his heart at the hour when the flowers of night inhale their perfume, lighted like a lamp in the center of the starry night, expanding his soul in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of creation, he could not himself perhaps have told what was passing in his own mind; he felt something depart from him, and something descend upon him, mysterious interchanges of the depths of the soul with the depths of the universe.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

 

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