and god smiled (becoming the mandala)

...and god smiled

18 years after she heard the colors in the wind, she surrendered to who she really was, and began to paint. Ochres and jasmine and rubies, primaries and secondaries and space, all splashed on the peaks and valleys of the air currents that flowed around her land.

At the height of her skills she cajoled a mystic off her property, but not before he had stretched a canvas between two rises where the wind always channelled, and caught a mandala.

And the canvas grew each time it was unfurled. And the canvas begat Beliefs, and the Beliefs begat a Movement, and the Movement worshipped the Canvas, and the mandala was forgotten.

...

A lifetime after the loss, she heard the prodigal mandala sighing in the aspens, pining for home. Settling in the place Before the Wind; realizing there was no-thing between her and the mandala; she put down her brushes, and became the canvas.

and god smiled.