Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Lotus

light like a feather
it is resting in my hand
a sleeping beauty
little drops of dew
reflections of the morning sun
magical white as pearly snow
in its purity and grace
a universe opens within
and in the silence it is calling
take my hand
you are nearly home




2 comments:

  1. Wonderful! It's a lovely poem. Very soothing and very serene. Loved it. Keep writing more.

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  2. One writer i really admire once replied to the same demand: I will try :-)
    Happy you liked it jaanu!

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