Poem: Awakening

Awakening
The soul unfolds itself
Like a lotus of countless petals
This soul, so long in quiet rosebud sleep
Awaits the dawn of new redemption
The depth of solid, floral wisdom
Is not unknown to she
Whose soul has been Discovered,
Uncovered by the satin-soft lotus,
Wisdom caught between
Apostasy of Love and True Divine
The soul unfolds itself,
Like a lotus of countless petals
No daisy this, to find itself twisted
Into chains to bind the dreamer
To the dream, nor petals pulled
Cruelly from Center in that
Holy girl-child litany,
“He loves me, he loves me not”
For she who once was caught
In unending romance crashing
To the floor from lofty celluloid heights
A soprano serenade, looped
To bring her back from lofty height
To dark flowerless pit and back again
The soul unfolds itself,
Like a lotus of countless petals
And hope returns alive
As she whose heart once shattered
Twice splattered and spattered
Has learned not to seek decision
But to take the harder, slower
Road of Discovery
Until the lotus, hidden within
Her heart has bloomed.

© 23 January 2009  By Suzanne Jacobson

Quoted line (in italics) by Kahlil Gibran in The Prophet, ©1923