Since the dawn of time,in South India,women honor an ancestral tradition that celebrates the creation of the world: the kolam. When the first sunrays caress the ground still moist with dew,while nature wakes up in a symphony of colours,smells and noises,the women come in silent on the threshold of their homes,pay tribute to the solar disc,embrace this new day’s air in their lungs,then bend down in an intimate reverence to the ground,smiling with all their being to Mother Earth who has always nourished and supported them. From their hands,a fine rice powder runs slowly like a filament of angel dust and leaves a delicate and immaculate trace in the body of the Earth. Their hands dance in circles,in a slow gracious movement,and in the beauty of this silent creation,give life to a pattern, a song of love and gratitude, as transient as a butterfly day. This humble offering to the divine,in which the devas-spirits of this place take great delight,blessing this family, this house,this village,for this dawning day, will remain there a few moments of eternity,straddling the worlds,before returning slowly to dust, to the world of the uncreated. The Kolam is above all an act of creation that claims to be an offering and blessing. Created in an impulse from the heart,carried by the breath of a woman,it is the silent and ephemeral testimony of an intention of love and devotion to the Divine. It shelters within its lines a thousands years old memory,untouchable,yet vibrant of life and joy,in which we can draw wisdom and guidance. As explained by quantum physics,everything is but light and information,whether matter,forms,ideas,emotions and of course living beings. The Kolam is form and intention,it is also light and information. When we contemplate these ‘mandalas of breath’, when we resonate with them,we connect ourselves to old morphogenetic fields,to powerful energies full of love,humility and grace. Seeing the beauty of Kolam is seeing the beauty of Self.