“Painters, poets, storytellers, return to the lotus pond! Study the light—every day!”

Who said that? . . . Someone did. . . . I guess.

If you like, you can come with me.

Down to the pond.

Down closer.

Down to edge of the muck.

Where we’ll see the light.

Maybe beneath overcast skies.

Maybe under skies of azure.

But we will see the light.

Lotus Flower

The pink petals, paper thin—

as thin as our grasp on all things—

So full of light.

How they do amaze—

Never burn but stay ablaze.