Lotus

The lotus is a sign of grace from below.
Touched by the breath of dawn,
it springs from mud, expanding
without effort, blossoming
from darkness into beauty,
because physics is a metaphor
guiding us
toward the metaphysics
of wonder.
If we could feel the flowering
as a silent pulse
in the secret wound of the heart,
the rich would give their wealth away.
The outraged would surrender
their despair.
Bullets would melt into tears.
The thief would repay what is stolen.
His victim would insist,
"Please keep it, you need it more than I."
Isn’t this why we sing?
Anger is not our true home.
Friend, there is something gently
bursting inside you
that heals the world.

Photo by Aile Shebar