Still feelings flee as 
          all dirt does so 
a firm fate will need a firmer
          hand of principles: the seed 
which flowers the feelings 
                                                anew, 
                              resown, 
          regrown, so 

you

can taste your lotus when in 
need. Even as you float 
on panicked waves find 
the caress of a thousand
 
petals softening you still.





Artwork by Amir Pichhadze