I wonder, what is the experience of a blossoming lotus?
Emerging from the muddy soil to embrace the sun, as one petal opens after another. Absorbing the sunshine and dancing to the gentle breeze during the day. Wrapping its petals as darkness fall. Creating, in a place, timelessly. I wonder.
Indeed, the lotus flower is deemed sacred by many societies and civilizations. In Egyptian mythology, the lotus is even believed to have given birth to the sun as it blossomed with the awakening sun. And many believe the lotus signifies spiritual enlightenment. Whatever your story and belief it may be, make it a connection of your own, your story. My story, is a journey of remembering, a very peculiar evolution of the mind, one might think. Awakening from a plane of paradigms and dogmas. A journey that unfolded the Self, as one petal opened after another. Recognizing the flow of Grace like a river within, flowing gently and turbulent at time. Only to bring me to remember, the Lotus that creates with its existence.