The World Of The Silent Blooming Lotus
floating like a lotus
red concentric petals stretching
wanting to kiss the cheek of the sky
i am the monk in my own
spreading kingdom of a still pond
beside me are the frogs listening
surrounded by a soldier of tadpoles
beneath me is the stock of dirt
i keep my purity on top
the sun looks at me with pride
at night the moon smiles
such is the world of this silent lotus
calm amidst the night, clean atop the mess.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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