Rising to the occasion
of dewy, rose-hued dawn,
blue lotus emerges
from one world,
breaking middle-place tension,
to meet another.
of dewy, rose-hued dawn,
blue lotus emerges
from one world,
breaking middle-place tension,
to meet another.
Greetings, Friend!
In the rosy Dawn,
a thousand petals
open like arms to bless you
with their touch, so like silk
upon windblown reeds.
In the rosy Dawn,
a thousand petals
open like arms to bless you
with their touch, so like silk
upon windblown reeds.
Nestled on water,
as if in the palm of a hand,
loving arms reach
across any imagined void
to perceive relationships
through a central lens,
musically.
as if in the palm of a hand,
loving arms reach
across any imagined void
to perceive relationships
through a central lens,
musically.
And when dusk comes,
these thousand arms will
close to embrace you,
oh, You, who will retire,
under gaze of moon,
to vivifying lotus dreams,
wrapped safely against chilly damp.
these thousand arms will
close to embrace you,
oh, You, who will retire,
under gaze of moon,
to vivifying lotus dreams,
wrapped safely against chilly damp.
But, morning will find us all
rising together in beauty,
returning you to sunshine-life,
where, once again,
you can walk on water.
rising together in beauty,
returning you to sunshine-life,
where, once again,
you can walk on water.
© 2012 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen
