wheel of Time
Share Article Tibetan monks created a Kalachakra universe at the Denver Art Museum.
They meditated on the impermanence of life & the process of Death.
After completion they destroyed The Wheel of Time mandala.
In a procession blowing horns and clanging symbols they carried it to the Platte River. They released it into the river to eliminate violence in the world.
7 billion humans celebrated.
“Not all the clowns are in the circus,” a dying girl whispered trapped in streaming media. In her wishes, lies, dreams, memories and reflections she is a Wovoka, a Paiute weather doctor with power over rain and earthquakes. Her Ghost Dance returns souls of ancestors.
“You got that right!” yelled a boy spilling secrets from Pandora’s box.
“Yeah. Reality is the funniest thing happening. It’s impossible to take any of this seriously.”
“True. When I grow up to be big and strong I will be an archeologist. I will play and dig in dirt. I will brush things off revealing stories. I will destroy things to learn things.”
“I want to swallow the world but I am too full of sorrow,” said one poignantly.
“I’m going to start a club for procrastinators,” another suggested, “anybody want to sign up for unlimited access?”
“Are your needs being met?”
“Excellent question. I have a need for freedom and a freedom from need. Perhaps I’ll end up taking care of people like us,” said a girl named Hope. “I’m the last myth that dies.”
“Yeah, you can work in a day care center for adults.”
“That’s a-dolts.”
“Hah! Everyone is heading back in the direction they came from,” acknowledged Martha Ann, fixing her broken glasses with duct tape. She died of leukemia at 13 holding courage.
