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
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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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Thank you dearest Aarvee! Your words are as always, encouraging and kind.
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Wow 🤩. So Profound and beautiful. Harder to put it into practice, that’s the purpose of our journey❤️💕
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Thank you Mala!
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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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Thank you dear Mee for your generous thoughts and kind feedback. Stay well.
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