A lilac mandala, paired with part of Walt Whitman’s poem, “When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d…”

Lilac Dreams

In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,
 
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,

With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,

With every leaf a miracle….and from this bush in the door-yard,

With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,

A sprig, with its flower, I break.
                                                                           …Walt Whitman