born of lotus
flower
christ what a way!
here
transrational beasts
roam round
on ground
flat as stone
save for one
sharpened spike
crushed in iron
i am sure i dont understand (i never do) but it makes me think of how out of innocence pain can spring its ugly head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
intriguing piece... im being brave but my perception is praising (kind of) the beauty of the symbolic birth of lotus (be it flower) loosely i think, where the white petals praise upwards, free breathing, where as the rest of us scurry around lost almost beast-like, untrustworthy and suffering... thats my understanding... maybe understanding is not required, just appreciating the form... im not that bright but i like to lay my version of how i see things thanks karen