The Lotus

Like a lotus,
looking at the muddy waters
that nourished my existence
one last time,
I contemplate the colors of my soul
The flowers of my gown

One more time,
I bow to the muddy waters
in front of me
I wash my face in them
I caress them in gratitude
Then I lift my head,
looking at the Sun
I sing to them,
and the warmth of the Father

Oh Mother mud, oh Mother water
without your fury,
I could not be what I am
Without your loving trials,
this lotus of a daughter
would not exist

Oh Mother tree,
you, who patiently waited for me
to strengthen,
beneath the waters
at your roots,
with your hidden vitality
my roots also grew
And now I come to you,
I am one with you
I have grown

Oh Father Sun,
you who beared witness
to this rebel child,
this confused seed,
Look how I've grown today
with the leaves I dance,
with the wind I sing

Once more, I remember,
through my column,
vertebrae by vertebrae
My journey in the mud
The strength of the tree,
The strength of the waters
now caressing my feet

And I smile as I rise
I am free
I am free
I am free to be
And I am,
because you all believe in me

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Happy new beginnings to the woman I am today! Sedona, Arizona September 2024 Photos courtesy of my Fairy Godmother