Free

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Waiting for this moment
to be free
Waiting for the right wind
to blow the last bit of me.

I have watched the sun rise twice or thrice,
and the nights watched above me in my sleep
I rose from the mud that cradled me
before I began to BE.

The right wind, the right time
will set me free
To give back what was given me.


waiting for the wind
to disrobe me naked.
then I can be...

       FREE!!

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.