Yard Sale of Thoughts

Beneath the Shadow of Things

The lotus in our yard is flowering.

Though the sun flagellate its blossom,
though the muddy waters deepen with each season,
a feather bed of pure white petals has been fluffed.

And like the lotus, we have resilience. 

Though our roots be tugged,
we are kind to each other.

Curve of body against body.
The soft, submerged feeling of being touched
by hands you trust. 

We constantly shed the layers of ourselves
that serve no purpose, so 
one day, we might be free from defilement.

We work together to rise above 
the cycles buried deep in mud.

We've had a decade to adjust.

Alone, beneath the shadow of things, 
I lose my faith,
but entwined, we form a cocoon,
a sanctuary of eternal love.