Lotus Life…

Muddy water

murky brown

staining seeping

killing ground..

Swallowing all

that cross it’s path

to the Lotus growing

a luxurious bath..

Delicate beauty

among the gloom

untainted bud

resilient bloom…


Priceless this gift

To lift a heart or bring a smile

To hold a hand through lonely miles

To gently nurture innocence

And value others importance

True kindness doesn’t cost a thing

Priceless is the gift and the Light it brings…

Hard Lessons….

Harsh is the teacher called regret

dismaying reluctant pupils..

Those students waiting for wonderful

yearning for more

ever more..

Wanting hearts

having little care for the living road

Life’s fragile treasures go overlooked

Left to perish as mourned for memories

Wanting hearts then break…

Filled with regret

Et Tu Brute…

Was it an illusion

Were your intentions clear

Had you made it known

Yet I refused to hear?

Fool I was to be surprised

At actions that you took

The glint of blade was shining bright

Did I refuse to look?

The consequence of truth

The point you sharply made

Has opened up my eyes

This lesson shall not fade…..

As Caesar said to Marcus

When came his final day

Betrayal has a price to pay

My friend…  “Et Tu Brute”…