Imagine sighing after finishing a detail and it blows out everything you’ve done
That’s basically what these monks do actually.
They create such intricate mandalas to demonstrate the beauty and the fullness of life then blow it all away without a seconds thought to teach us the impermance of life and the “transitory nature of material things”.
Bear in mind that this is a very basic and shallow understanding of the very nuanced and meticulous rituals that surround these sand mandalas.
I watched her wake. Eyes fluttering, trying to focus on the new day. I smiled and continued to watch. A smile, accompanied by a low-level moan and stretch, escaped from her. Those sounds make me melt. Her exhales make me melt. And all that is left is the desire to do nothing more and just get back in bed and melt with her.