From the depths emerged
An incandescent being
On a green-lit train
The lily every morning at the pond
A knowing of my darkness pulls me
deeper than the surface,
through the holy waters
of the water-lily world.
The ancient mud receives me still
and holds me with the heartbeat
of the Earth.
come to me
I root into its rhythm,
breathing in its nutrients,
and fill my lungs until I reach
the blooming of the sun.
I exhale heart-ward,
and make peace with the day.
Ballerinas in the wind
Balanced on a stem
The pond is silver and true
to show me what I’ve come to find.
through the rain on the sky of my eyes,
Each fault I hold
like my child in my hands —
examining its every feature in a different light.
the water-lily grows from mud.
I am not finished yet.
Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke
If you can’t tell I became very obsessed with these water lilies at the Garden of Eden Arboretum in Haiku, Hawaii, this weekend. The image with the ocean in the background just may be the best photo I have taken to date.