Blue LotusA Poem by Jen RoIn cooling ponds where silence grows, A miracle in moonlight shows The **blue lotus**, bold and standing, Time and tide, with grace commanding. No trembling wind, nor rain’s soft sigh, Can bend its bloom or make it shy. Its petals, kissed by a soft flame, Wear strength with elegance, not shame. Born where murky waters sleep, Yet climbing from the shadows deep, It rises not to chase the sun But shines because it is the one. Unlike the rose with blushing pride, Or lilies pale that bloom then hide, The blue lotus sings of peace, Of ancient truths and soul’s release. It does not shout, it does not plead, Its silence teaches what we need That power dwells in quiet grace, And stillness wins the fiercest race. A symbol carved in temple stone, A flower reigning all alone, Rare of hue and rich in lore, The blue lotus is something more. Not just a bloom but sacred fire, The echo of a deep desire To rise, to open, to transcend To break and yet, in beauty, mend. So let the world chase fleeting light This flower thrives in softer night. Unmoved, unmatched, the truth it knows: Strength is the calm with which it grows.
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