The lotus grows
From mud to sky.
Prepares in the dark,
Reaches up through the wet,
And blooms soft
In the clear, open air.
Something about this -
Sacred.
The toad catches flies
With trickster tongue.
Croaks at the sun,
Dives down through the wet,
And buries it's breath
In the mud.
Something about this -
Profane.
Blooming, diving -
Sacred, profane.
Same-same,
Same-same,
But different.
Different, and yet,
Same-same.
Lotus grows
From mud to sky;
Sky grows
From lotus to mud;
Mud grows from the death
Of the flower.
And the sages
On the lily pads
Just laugh and laugh and laugh.