Even at the darkest places
where evil may have traces
there is beauty how one faces
(despite reasons for fear’s basis)
how one finds even then, pure graces.
River’s bottom where mud is alive
thick; Lies the essence that derive
the Lotus’s beautiful petals pink thrive
from the seeming dregs lie the hive
whence all beginnings derive
form to an immutable survive.
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