Saturday, July 23, 2005

The Lady Lotus


I have come as The Lady Lotus and am dressed in a long flowing silky cloak of a blue-green shade. The inside of the cloak is covered in lotus flowers. The Lady Lotus lives at the bottom of the lake in the mirky, muddy waters deep down. She gradually rises up through those waters to the light. It is not until she breaks the surface and is bathed in the warm sunshine that she can unfold and show her true beauty to the world.

The poems here are written by Silent Lotus


The Portrait Of This Passage
As
The
New dawn
Dances silently
Upon the gardens
Of the dew doused
Morning lawn
It draws
With
Its
Light
The portrait
Of this passage
To which we are drawn
For it is loves celestial sight
The timeless wisdom
That is never
Worn


The lotus flower appeared in legends originating from ancient Eygpt. It played an important part in the Egyptian religion and was associated with the sun as it opens in the morning and closes at night.

Time To Blend


There

Always

Arrives

In all of

Our lives

A joyous

Moment of

Sweet silence

Which notifies

It is time to blend

Into the vast horizon

Of the palette painting a days end

And there we find again our gentle loving eyes

Waiting as these divine peaceful skies

Of the eternal sunrise that is just

Around the bend

4 Comments:

At 12:58 AM, Blogger Anita Marie Moscoso said...

Eternal Sunrise? I'm all for it and what a great image to have along with those great words Leonie

Anita Marie

 
At 2:50 AM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

beautiful, Leonie - I love shaped poetry and these are exquisite.

Gail

 
At 12:51 AM, Blogger Leonie Bryant said...

Thanks Anita and Gail! I loved the sentiments of the poetry as well - they are full of hope.
Leonie

 
At 10:08 PM, Blogger Lois said...

A TIME TO BLEND
***********
Gentle loving eyes
They were brown
Those eyes are my eyes
Jessie had her Mothers eyes
My grandmothers' eyes
Belong to all, her
female relatives
My Daughter has such eyes
Brown and deep
They hold pain to be seen
They hold laughter to dream for
They hold much unknown to me!
My eyes I think are an open book.

Lois (Muse of the Sea)

 

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