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| My seed fell in muddy waters and darkness bore my shell. I knew not of light, of wind, of sunrise, I knew not heaven, but I knew hell. My days were gloom and worse, around me was not a stone that would not fail. Beneath my fragile feet I felt the tremor with every step along the trail. The one true light I knew was taken and had to hide for life's own sake. I could not falter in my passage but I feared loss and my mistake. Then, as if I were by tune enchanted my limbs grew tired of treading forth, my head leaned back and grew within me a crave to move and travel north. I firmed my roots and swayed direction. I picked flight and north I ran. A ray of light was what I yearned for. I hunted light and life began. And further north, the silt grew thinner. Shimmers of light were taking form. Out sprang my wings and as the thin air hit my face, cracked the first storm of sheer joy and gush of life force. I could now live, I could now be! Before me lay the whole creation, from life's own hands, bestowed on me. Today, my roots steadfast in mud silt I rise up high and face the sky. I spread my wings outstretched towards space. Across the cosmos my scent may fly. For I know north, I know rock bottom, I know the fearsome, I know the wise, I know the darkness, I know the hill climb, I know the depths and I know their rise. INA 2001 |
| LOTUS |
| To a very special Lotus Flower. |
| Picture: American Lotus |