The Lotus Song

The white lotus lay on the stairs…wondering who’d left it Chan picked it up delicately, took it to his room, placed it in a bowl of water and began to meditate.

delicate is the lotus
born in calm still waters
opening its petals
towards the shining sun shine
its vibrant heart calls to me

illumination
perfection and purity
warms my inner self

A smile crept across his face as he remembered the pond near his childhood home when he was just a boy. He saw himself run carefree and heard the bees of summer…a gentle breeze caressed him.

A song ran through his mind and then a soft light and perfume seemed to fill his room, coming from the white lotus. He reached satori and was at peace.

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Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge # 9