Behind the seat-
Of heavenly power,
Stands the most-
Beautiful lotus flower.
A law in abounds,
Nectar sweet and sour,
To desire nothing
Is noble, but-
We, always try to devour.
Seeds are sown in space-
Journeys homeward began,
Pleading to stop the chase,
My life destiny;
Becoming a sun!
Some grow out of concrete-
The fragility of a bud,
Phases we are ready to meet,
Ascends out of the mud.
Wading through the water-
A moment on earth,
Impregnating the skies daughter-
For what is worth.
