The World Of The Silent Blooming Lotus Poem by RIC BASTASA

floating like a lotus
red concentric petals stretching
wanting to kiss the cheek of the sky

i am the monk in my own
spreading kingdom of a still pond

beside me are the frogs listening
surrounded by a soldier of tadpoles

beneath me is the stock of dirt
i keep my purity on top

the sun looks at me with pride
at night the moon smiles

such is the world of this silent lotus
calm amidst the night, clean atop the mess.