To the fish the lotus is a shady stalk
its leaves a shelter from the blistering sun
and hungry beaks
on the other side of life.
To the lotus seed the pond is the world
its surface the unreachable heavens
the bottom a dark and quiet home
a lap from which
it will someday leap
compelled by the flickering lights of heaven
the seed doesn't know what it will become
To you the lotus
was just a flower flashing pink as you passed by.