The yellow lotus 

I waited forever and a day, hoping it would open up. 

Not realizing that it would do so, ever so perfectly, right on its own time. 

It receives the sun, and opens up, and blooms. 

All coming through the mud.

And who would I be, if I didn't do the same. 

We are mirrors to each other, this great love, this great earth, 

and everything it brings together, 

so not on our time,

but on this whole other time, 

that only the Universe knows,

and we have to get here


and trust it. 

We are held by everything beautiful and unseen

And the bloom will come, 

and when it does, 

It will in abundance, the kind we could have never dreamed. 

Happy meditating, 


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