Flow. Lotus born.
By: Marjory Mejia
“The lotus flower blooms most beautifully from the deepest and thickest mud.” Buddhist proverb
Ever since the French philosopher René Descartes delcared “I think therefore I am,” the dualistic split between body and mind was affirmed, and the superiority of mind declared supreme. No wonder we have also come to despise darkness and glorify light, forgetting that there is no yin without yang and no yang without yin, no masculine without feminine, not in our world of manifestation. As Jung said, “One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”
It is in the pregnant, feminine space of darkness that we remember to see with the light of our own heart. No darkness, no light.
“No mud, no Lotus.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
A symbol of awakening, the lotus flower grows luminous from the muddy waters of the flowing earth. Like the roots of the lotus, our roots are often invisible but nourish, nurture, and ground our soul in the dark and fertile soils of life. Without roots, we would have no way to nourish our life force. The deeper our roots descend, the higher we can reach, the more we are able to blossom and expand. This interconnectedness reminds me of my yoga asana practice, where the more I connect with the earth, the more I can lift up; the more I connect with my body, the more my spirit soars; and the more I ground, the more I flow. This flow is lotus born.
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Om Mane Padme Hum
Hail to the jewel in the heart of the lotus.
…Help us be the always hopeful
Gardeners of the spirit
Who know that without darkness
Nothing comes to birth.
~ May Sarton
In the spirit of Yanantin, may we come into greater balance in our hearts, spaces, and lives. And may reconnecting to our ancestral roots help us unfurl and expand into the fullness of our being. With love,