In the stillness of heart
A lotus blooms
From the dank dark recesses
The roots draw their flame
A thousand petals blossoming
Rising upward to crowd the mind
With fragrance
A sap of gold
Spiraling through stem
Transforms mud into light
A breeze passes
And the lotus sways
In white rain
Of Krishna-trance
Placed upon the altar within
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