the lotus

How can beauty bloom in a condition of neglect?  Where could have nourishment come from  washed-out mud?  How can one coming out of despair bring light and joy?

I hope to live tomorrow to see it open its face to the sun and sky for the last time and watch it dance with the wind till its petals meet the pond from where it rose.

sunny frogglerocks

I have no horror story to tell you but the blessed beauty of the day.