in daily baths of melancholy
with no grand speed ascending
from caverns carved by nature’s creed
through muddy morsels a fairy born
a blushing pixie to the moon
a darkened path, unlikely guide
slow steps from its cocoon
unfurling petals as moon gods sing
the song of its mythical fate
to reach beyond those shallow graves
to cloudscapes in patient wait
Listen to me read Lotus
Journey’s End -Blackmill
During a visit to a botanical garden in North Carolina, I captured this image upon realizing that I had never seen a lotus flower in its habitat. I was mesmerized by this pond brimming with them and found myself after thirty minutes or so feet planted in the same position, daydreaming. These delicate beauties are born with magic and it floats to the surface with them. The aura of tranquility they emit for those that take the time to truly see their beauty and the resilience of their survival, simply put, is breathtaking.
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