Lotus Flower + The Mud (A Poem by Chrisette Michele)

I was reborn in chaos,
Like a lotus flower
The darkness embraced me
I didn’t know I needed love
Till I was suffocated

For some of us it takes time to be seated in one of the three bears chairs before we find out we are Goldilocks and this isn’t our home.
Isolated alone.

I was introspective in the mud
Dew drops felt much more like a flood
I couldn’t see the morning dew but they surrounded me.
Too much of anything is never sweet
The earth elements were soaked in its heaviness.
Soil makes dew stick like evidence.

Evidence that I’ve been knocked down
Evidence that I’m underground
Evidence that I’m just a seed
I was a tree life uprooted me

Oh yes

Dew seems sweet when it’s only drops
The sun shines on it as it glides down lotus leaves and evaporates into the day
My dew drops felt more like rain


Dew wasn’t sweet
It was formative
It wasn’t cooling
It was cold
It didn’t glide
It seeped into my pores
I could feel it grasp my ribs, shift my soul
My breaths would press against it
Deep breaths were a conscious effort
No body saw me learning lessons
I was underground
Class was in session

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The leaves of my lotus flower
Pink, covered in mud,
They formed

The leaves of my darkest hour
Invisible
Under mud reborn

Have you ever been formed in the darkness?

Have you ever been formed beneath the elements of earth and water?

I hope you know that you are surrounded in dew drops. They will be sweet soon. You will rise above the earth and rest with the sun as your friend and the water that pulls you into submission will be the water that cools you as your petals become the testimony of a Word that was said before you were a flower, while you were becoming one and to address you now.

To be a lotus flower today is to have always been becoming one.

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