of the life of a lotus
the sacred flower
turns pink
not at its own beauty
but at the muddle that's around
the muddle that surrounds,
there rolls a pearl
down its pink cheeked petal
to hide inside
within the bosom of the padma.
To the world- it is shiny evasive dew
To padma- another bead of sorrow.
Then from the pink of age
to the aging pink it slowly droops
All the beads within
now catalyze the rot
then wilting
and then
slowly sinking
into the muddle
to start the circle over again.
