The Elusive Lotus Flower
Like the water leaking
From a broken jar
And getting lost in the sandy soil
Like the tiny turtles
On their maiden journey to the sea
Losing their path on the endless sand
And eaten by the hungry birds
Like thousand oak seeds
Falling on the paved surface
And just becoming dust
My days and nights
Just repeats the routine of
Appearance and disappearance
Without I getting anywhere.
Moments override and overwrite
The memories
Making them as ethereal as dreams
As if they never were there at all.
The dream gets bumped always to the future
Like in the story my mom told about
The lotus flower in the pond
That moves on to be beyond the reach
Of the person who goes deeper and deeper into the water.
((*.*))
Imagene
February 19, 2004
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