The mandala speaks through the trees, its transition is of our own, the burning heart of the sun. The great depth of being, the ascending spiral growths outward yet returns to the point of its beginning. To restore what was lost with what was gained. The mind is a microcosm, the body is the breath. Wherein all things alight, turning the mirrors of perception, bending the halls of time, to contruct the architecture of the dream.
– Josh Fleming