Lotus Ledger

Lotus Ledger

The leaf keeps books of rain—

veins like little rivers—

catch, cradle, release.

Nothing hoards here. 🪷

The bud is a closed fist learning yes.

Consent first, then bloom.

When the day is kind, it opens—

gift, not performance. 🪷

The flower drinks gold from the sun

and pays it forward in fragrance,

in shade for a beetle,

in pollen for a bee.

Take. Become honey. Return. 🪷

The stem is a quiet courier,

ferrying sweetness both ways—

mud to sky, sky to mud—

a two-way prayer. 🪷

The pod is a bank of tomorrows,

each eye a bright coin of future.

It doesn’t cling; it lets go—

seed by seed—

dividends of faith. 🪷

Even the mud keeps its promise:

I’ll be the soft darkness you root in.

Even the light keeps its promise:

I’ll be the warm hand that lifts you. 🪷

Teach me, Lotus:

to be cup and river,

ask–receive–return,

an ecosystem in a single breath.

Inhale what’s offered; exhale what heals.

Sip the gift, then pour it back. 🪷

May my work be petal and pod—

beauty that feeds,

abundance that circulates.

May my heart keep a clean ledger:

everything taken, tithed to the whole—

with song, with seed, with soft power. 🪷

This is the currency of calm:

roots in reciprocity,

bloom in praise,

and every goodbye a scattering of yes. 🪷

XOXO