2273 My mandala

Because is the arch of your brows
My mandala,
Your being's groan
Is my mantra.
Now I know
That with you it is not necessary
To pronounce the mystic syllable om
Your tongue
Over transported me
To the nirvana,
Because it is the arch of your brows
My mandala,
And your being's groan
My mantra.
It was a safe-conduct
Your appeased smile
And when the bell of your voice adopted
That note of fondness
With the one that,
Not only had you dismantled me
But rather with parsimony
Piece to piece
You removed
The iron armor
That was trapping me
It has became the arch of your brows
My mandala,
And your being's groan
My mantra.
For that reason I don't make more
That unfolds me in front of your being
And to adore you
As if were in my life
My light, my lamp and my sun
Because is the arch of your brows
My mandala,
And your being's groan
My mantra.