Lotus
By Brinn Wallin
Young white sprouting flower,
Your exuberant head poking through wide green lily pads,
atop gently quivering waters,
invested by a smaller, greater pond;
You, wise old flower,
Where did you discover the power
to rise, to survive,
to lift your open petals toward the sky?
Are you floating,
or are you being held afloat?
Are those fragile lily pads your lifeboat?
And did you know
that even if you stand alone
your firm, resilient body becomes your castle’s moat?
Some days I let go,
Swallowing my breath like air,
Allowing myself to sink,
Embracing the cool dark world surrounding me.
But you’re always there—
your tall and rooted stem
Beaming toward the surface—
to guide me toward the light.
Then all the world begins to focus,
and I realize:
I am the Lotus.
Brinn W.
This poem was created and written by Brinn Wallin. Please do not steal or copy without permission. *All Rights Reserved*
