Faint lotus,
your outline
appearing in the sun,
my clumsiness
could keep
your buds from opening,
your roots
from finding soil
and taking hold
here in our world,
but faith repairs
what error's done.
You come
from the Invisible,
where you exist
as archetype.
May you become
the template
of my life.
I read with envy your ability to find faith in such delicacy. Lovely and inspiring, Max
A wonderful reaffirmation of one's faith, Max. Buds will open as there is no clumsiness here.
Score! This is so beautiful, Max. 'You come from the invisible, where you exist as archetype.' Wow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ahh.. so you tried to plant a lotus but not succeeded fully? and there comes Nature's miracle and saves the lotus.. I think that is the most important keeping your faith in something even when you feel hopeless.. Great poem Max! HBH