in Your blessed heart
I slumber
a lotus seed
curled up tendrils
drowsy little foetus
nurtured and coaxed
to open and expand my
budding petals
On the lake of
black mirrors
I emerge so shy
at first
watch over me
Lord
guide me to let
only light and love
in
one day I pray to be
a garland at Your
Lotus Feet
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
in Your blessed heart
I slumber
a lotus seed
curled up tendrils
drowsy little foetus
nurtured and coaxed
to open and expand my
budding petals
On the lake of
black mirrors
I emerge so shy
at first
watch over me
Lord
guide me to let
only light and love
in
one day I pray to be
a garland at Your
Lotus Feet
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