Little Lotus (poem)

winter can't last forevermore; reemergence is inevitable

five lotus flowers in a misty expanse

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Subterranean self

all winter long,

submerged in mud like a lotus tuber—

but this solstice nipped at my souls

for far more than a season alone.

Surely, this stirring soma will spur

and stand on its own two soles come spring,

muck still coating those eroded bones,

but Zephyr will breathe new life;

I will know Sun again

as if I were her long-lost son

finally found.

Her λουλουδάκι (loulouthaki),

she'll call me as she shines upon me,

her little lotus flower.

lotus flowers blooming