For the lotus to bloom
It must overcome its fear
Of the dark,
Reaching in faith upwards
towards the light.
Fighting gravity,
Fighting inertia,
Trusting its growth is true
While the murky waters keep it blind.
Feeling all alone,
One could easily give up,
Never penetrating the darkness,
Never basking in the glow of the sunlight.
Never reaching the surface,
Never realizing its purpose.
The lotus must
Hold onto some
Notion
Of its beauty.
On some level,
Even before it is
Seen.
The seeming fantasy
Begins to live once
Ascension through
Stretching,
growing,
reaching
Through the valley of the
Shadows of death,
Where her beauty belies
The darkness she feels.
The experience of fear where
The only death is the death
Of the old skin.
The old self that
No longer can survive
In the unfiltered light.
It must be left behind,
It is merely the lie,
The illusion of
You that you
Believed to be true.
The smaller self
Must be sacrificed,
Jettisoned
For the ascension
To occur.
Surrender it
To the void.
Once through the valley of shadows,
Once through the murky waters,
You reach the sunlit surface,
And you will find others there.
And you will realize,
You never were alone.
You were surrounded by
Others all along.
They too
Had to
Rise up
In faith,
That weakness
Is strong.
Once at the surface
Spread your wings
Open your bloom
To the Sun.
To the truth.
Bask in the afterglow
of the
Revelation
of the
You that
You always were.
Always have been.
Just as the seed
Of the lotus holds
The potential of the lotus bloom,
You are the seed
Of the Higher You.
Waiting for you to
Reach through.
Namaste
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unfiltered from the heart 