There is a photo I want to take
It is by the little pond
In the courtyard
It's a moonlit night
The white lotus has bloomed
It's outer petals bending over
The inner ones neatly huddled
Like a bulb
Soaking in the bright of the moon
And exuding radiance
Next to it
Is a rock
Upon which sits a toad
It faces away from the lotus
As if to say
It's embarrassed to look into
The beauty of the lotus
Tomorrow the petals will wilt
They will fall
There will be no radiance
The stem will be bare for a while
Yet the toad will be there
As always, on the rock
Awaiting the next bloom
Of the white lotus
Is the beauty real
Is the joy real
Is the image real
(April 2014)
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