Born in the thickest of cold muddy water at the bottom of stillness, I make my way in an upward direction. It is so dark, I can not see. I don't know who I am or which way I am supposed to go, I just sense that this direction is the right one for me. It's so cloudy and I feel alone and tired on this journey, everything around me looks different than me. I don't judge or compare our differences. I just don't have a model to follow in the likeness of me. No reference point other than the voice inside that say's "this way". I'm not like the others as far as I can see. It's becoming more clear, yet It's still dark though I see something light above me. I'm curious to find out what it is. It feels good to grow closer to this brightness. It warms me as I grow faster, upward. I am emerging from this stillness and feel alive. I am a miracle, opening my essence reveals itself. My purpose extends each petal slowly, opening to the light. I am floating in this abyss remembering this journey is the lotus of my heart.