The longest of time when the lotus blooms
is the hour of midnight;
the time for the mind to sleep and the soul to speak.
It is then that I arise
at the heart of the lotus as a single pollen
holding fast to the stem.
A purple night and a white flower
with a subtle tone of scent.
I watch the hour as an alien looking at the habitat of someone else.
That is a sudden moment of the Absolute!
I lose my mooring and float!
There is nothing here I can call my own.
Total freedom,
and total peace!
The hour of the lotus,
the hour of the Absolute!
Sushama Karnik.
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