Lotus

Out of the muck and mire’s throes

A thousand petaled lotus grows

Deep in a forest where no one goes

Admired only by God

I am that flower that no one knows

Onto myself my beauty shows

Dancing unseen in wordless prose

I am perfectly flawed

A copy designed by Nature’s art

Watching everything till I depart

A fool who sees from the start

Measured only by time

It all comes from deep inside the heart

Touching our universal part

My essence to all I will impart

The treasures of my mind

Even if I do not see, I know that God will walk with me

Then in the end will set me free but I will still be me

And when I look out on the pond this is what I notice

That God admires one and all as if we all were lotus

In mystic places and secret spaces much of what we know[1]

Is lost in cryptic phrases that point the way to go

Knowledge is often hidden and you must read between the lines

For nothing can be given if truth is what you seek to find

You cannot see the face of God unless you close your eyes

And words he will not tell you, yet he still replies

He does not stand behind you but he is with you everyday

He does not see you as you kneel but he is what you pray