The Lotus Red.
The lotus red,
In conscience's bed,
Blooms from,
The holy-water of heart.
The God in us,
Gives His touch,
And the condensed Divine,
Unlocks its art.
The devotee mediates,
Lord’s image with His name’s beads,
By and by germinates the divine seed.
The colossal impossible quakes and thunders,
Memory’s clouds and black desires dissolve under,
The no-where supernatural reigns every where,
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the holy water of hearts, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.