The water touches their stems, carrying reflections of the sky, moving and changing. The lotus blooms not for a gaze, not for time, but simply because it is its nature.
Rising from the depths, its stem reaches through the water toward the light. The petals unfold without haste, embracing the warmth of the day and the coolness of the wind. In every drop that glides across their surface, the sky is reflected.
It does not wait or hurry, does not cling to the past, nor strive for the future.
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