The Lotus Blossom

“Although I may seem fickle, my heart is always faithful; as slowly through the mud, the lotus grows.” Basho

Preceding the following poem, this quote has never left my memory since I first saw it ten years ago. Much later, I used my home desktop publisher to frame it. It matches perfectly with a gorgeous black ink rendering of a mermaid with a fully-open lotus blossom atop her head, which lingers just barely above the silent depths of a pond.

These words from the infamous Japanese poet Matsuo Basho (17th c.) reflect infinite layers of compassion for the Self and the flawed yet determined path of a human experiencing his spirituality. As soon as I read them, I felt redemption for my own personal journey through many relationships, and saw them for what they were: physical representations of seeking the Divine.

That is what we are always doing, in everything we do, think, or say; however flawed, we are all attempting to know our True Selves through the various dances of human beingness. Of course, once we realize this, many of us begin to observe our lives, our thoughts and behaviors, more consciously, with the intention of releasing our self-created dramas and breathing in the freedom of living from the heart: the heart of “The Lotus Blossom.”

“Although I may seem fickle, my heart is always faithful;
as slowly through the mud, the lotus grows.” Basho

 

 The Lotus Blossom

 

In another dream…

I told off the owner, the tailored one;
how chagrined she seemed
how delicate…
she trotted on heels to hide from the crowd.
I yelled to the shadows, look, look what she’s done
they are so young
too young for lace and wings and winsome eyes
too damn young

I kept shouting so sure so clear
Not like other dreams
No weak attempts to stand strong and face
the stranger I’d become
Someone had to say it, shout it
even through the algae covered mud,
mud that hides but then reveals…
oh, so slowly, it reveals
the lotus leaf and bud

After that, the lotus blossom
never touches mud again;
she floats on dreams,
on a mirror that sheens,
on Serenity’s surface
that ripples only when broken
by illusion’s thoughts
believed,
spoken.

(C) 2013 Lady Diane Randall

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8 thoughts on “The Lotus Blossom

  1. Great poem! I really enjoyed the whole post, in fact. However, I think I’m still in the mud-dwelling stage, most days, rather than the lotus blossom phase! Still, it’s an evocative image for self-growth. Cheers!

    • Thank you! Obviously this held some meaning for you and probably opened a little window of desire, which is what helps us grow. Probably that’s why they call them “growing pains!” I love the title of your blog and hope to visit again soon. ❤

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    • Thank you for the beautiful words, Darragh. You remind me why I want to post on WP more often. Have plenty of material to work with! I will check out your site, BTW I LOVE Danger Mouse! and his pal, can’t remember his name. Crikey! 🙂

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