Sunday, March 30, 2025

Light of the day*



 Light of the day*


The murky bottom to the dark of night

In a little while, something becomes of sight

It knows precisely when it comes out to peek

For it has followed this path always in nothing to seek

Indeed it is enlightened in a place that is calm

It is the awakened lotus that lives in the pond


Dom*Colucci 2013

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