Alienated Flowers
Weeds interest me.
Their beauty is almost ignored.
When stopping to look at them
Strangers will shout out.
It's just a weed.
But isn't that true of us all?
A weed is only a flower.
The wrong place, they say.
Well, isn't that how we all feel?
There is a weakness in a flower.
In the right place. Oh, to be
A weed in the wrong place
Mustn't it be heaven on earth?
Poor but rich
Poor but rich in flowers
I lay amongst those stems.
In their burning gems
I hear my singing, child.
singing to the croaking, frogs
sweet words of
jangled, thought!
And time—I have to laze.
And read a poem,
That leaves me dazed.
In humble awe!
I'm poor, but rich in flowers.
A flower cut from desire
The lotus is a flower cut from desire.
Whatever her hue, her petal attire
She is the goddess who sank into
The muddy waters arose anew.
Her purity and beauty are not a cauldron.
Thou art portrayed to symbolise the sun.
She's both a spiritual awakening
A flower of prosperity and meaning.
A symbol of fertility, spirituality,
And even in her purest state, eternity.
The blue lotus is victory over wisdom.
Pink, the supreme lotus; Buddha's Pilgrim.
The lotus path to noble truths is purple.
White - purity, spiritual perfection, mental
The red lotus is related to the heart.
Associated with love and compassion.
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