Walking into morning’s embrace with folded feet, to become a lotus flower.
With writing hands to close the noise, a silent universe.
showering in dawn’s fragrance, clothed in
the crisp freshness of a day.
a lover in waiting, the soul puckering its lips for a kiss
the bliss of the super soul descending
the mind consuming the grace of the
divine light
caressing the petals of the lotus.
Morning after morning, the blossom waits for this embrace
immersed in love for Him, from Him, the one she loves who loves her most.
to start her day, washed clean of yesterday
Purity blooms perfect amidst impurities on a stem
the heart savors, the mind relishes life, drop by drop, every single day
how else would she love her master or have him love her.
