The world is fragile
and things fall apart
Good things come and and they go
breaking apart our heart
The hardest part is
holding your head above water
Lest we get sucked under
and become devil fodder
Just remember the Lotus
tall and proud
Sprung from its murky depths
and deep muddy shroud
You can give birth to the good
embrace and work through the bad
Don't get lost in this
cycle of life and go mad
Hold onto your beautiful soul
and cherish what is you
Just remember the Lotus as the golden rule
grow, swim, and break the surface of something new
**I used to write poetry quite often, but have gotten away from it. I wrote this just this morning in an attempt to rekindle the words I used to cherish so much. I can't decide if it is good, or utter shite, but it comes from my heart. It's about the story of the Lotus flower, from hindu tradition. A lotus grows from a seed deep under the mud and murky waters. It grows up out of the water and reaches above the surface and blooms during the day. It is said that the hindu gods and goddesses were born from a blooming lotus as well as the holy sound, "ohm". To me, this story means that even though the lotus seed is deep under the water, buried in mud, it still manages to rise up and bloom above the surface for everything to admire its beauty. Sometimes when we feel pain and suffering all around us, and feel as though we are drowning, we just need to remember the lotus. We can work through the pain, which is our mud and murky water, to rise above it all and show everyone our true colors. I wrote this in honor of earth week. I have always appreciated the lotus, and I think that out of all the plants on this Earth, we can learn to live and thrive, just as they do.
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