Hi,
I'm glad you're here.
Settle in,
Feel your breath drop low into your body.
Let the noise of the day loosen its grip and let me take you into a dream.
In this dream,
The night is wide and endless,
The moon hangs heavy over a still pond,
Mist curls across the surface like a veil,
And in the middle of the water,
A single lotus rises,
But this lotus is not what you expect.
It is not the soft pink of temple carvings,
It is not the clean white on prayer beads,
It is black,
A black lotus,
Strange,
Beautiful,
Carrying its own kind of power,
A long time It stands unnoticed,
Other flowers bloom on the banks,
The world looks past it,
But still it grows,
Rooted deep in mud,
Stretching through the silence,
Petals folding,
Waiting,
And then the moonlight finds it,
Silver light pours over black petals,
At first,
Nothing,
But slowly,
Like a secret,
It begins,
The edges soften,
The darkness doesn't vanish,
It transforms,
Black into silver,
Shadow into glow,
Night learning to shine,
The lotus gleams in the water,
Not a race,
Not made to fit,
Radiant in its difference,
This is the teaching hidden in the dream,
That being different is not a curse,
It is the soil where transformation begins,
Some of us know this feeling,
Different in our families,
Different in our skin,
Different in the way our minds move through the world,
And yet like the lotus we rise anyway,
The mud doesn't stop us,
The dark doesn't end us,
The light still finds us,
So as you drift deeper into rest,
Remember the black lotus,
Rooted in struggle,
Blooming in silence,
Transforming under the quiet gaze of the moon,
May your dreams carry silver,
And may your difference shine like its own sacred light,
Good night.
