The lotus thrives and blooms in the mud, untouched by it. It may appear muddied but it isn't. So a heart once perfected can appear bruised but is not. For it knows it is one with all,reflecting only the joys and sorrows of the world itself encompassing all of it, untouched by it.
© 2010 by Melinda M. Sorensson
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