LOST LOTUS

By Elizabeth TenHouten


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.


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