The Droplet

In swirling samsara,

enmeshed in worries,

lost in the noise,

how do I choose to be?

Is sun reserved for green leaf,

sanguinity selectively imbued?

Buoyant above sludge she stands,

red petals unsullied,

leaves generous, open palms.

I begin to understand.

Birthed in muck,

resolute she stands.

Letting world around whirl.

As she unfurls petal,

I open inner eye.

Like her I then ascend,

leaving behind swampy mire.

The sun becomes mine,

 as does Divine.

I open to receive,

choosing to see.

The lotus and leaf,

the sun and samsara;

an infinite extension.

Drop-like on waxy leaf,

distinct yet fleeting form.

Fully present,

I can unattached be.

Padma Patra ivambhasa.

A lotus must wither,

seeding new flower

A droplet must into vapor turn,

reappearing as dew.

And, just like lotus,

I’m not this, but I am that.

©IK 2020

6 thoughts

  1. Sublime Indu – this is really profound , philosophical poetry written in such a lucid style – loved every line – opening lines are grand – swirling samsara – feel so good as u say it
    The lines instantly conjure up a visual imagery
    And your artwork is brilliant Indu – never knew this side of u – this is a winner for sure

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  3. Really profound and deep. Makes you think how fragile and fleeting life is but also so beautiful and meaningfull and people can leave such a powerful and everlasting impact irrespective of where they come from kudos to my friend the poet laureate.

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