The Waters Of Change

What does one do when The Waters Of Change bring deluge to The Garden?

How does one cope with the onslaught of fluidity that threatens to sweep All away?

How can one ensure The Garden is safe when Torrent after Torrent sweeps their wide cloaks of devastation across the land and submerge it beneath mute obscurity?

When I think of these things, I remember the lesson of Sister Lotus.

I remember the way that she seems to silently slumber beneath the sludge.

I remember the way she senses her destiny and slowly—ever so slowly—reaches out to meet it.

I remember how she delicately unfolds her blossoms and brashly sings to the world of her arrival—piercing through darkness, piercing through devastation—and no; not ignorant of the storms which may be all around her, but more concerned, more in tune, more enamored with  the Sacred Design Of Her Very Soul.

I Remember Her…and My Garden Is Safe.

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