Lotus, mud-born,
white flower, bloodless,
cloaked, engulfed.
in confusion, Lotus arises
in longing, illumination
expansion from the depths
of murky love. Alabaster hope,
bending petals take shelter
in the dark; it’s easy to stay.
with the wind in the open darkness,
white ribbons bend into a smile as brilliant as the star-studded sky above her.
There’s a glory in breathing,
in staying rooted
in a soggy sea, where wisdom
was born. To be found
beyond the reach of petals.
Everything is new:
breeze against a bendy, budding
blossom, wet petals chill,
Understand the sun:
all seed, the sun’s
embrace, what lesson?
You are found.