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Lotus over full moon rising

The lotus lit from within, a symbol of peace and tranquility rises from dark torrential waters.
Nestled in the palm of a hand, it reaches forth from a seed, glowing with potential.
A full moon hovers in a darkened sky and embraces the lotus in a flourish of energy.
The sun, slowly sinking below the equator lets out its last rays of light .
When things are rough and the pathway is obscured, see yourself as that glowing lotus.
Find the tranquil spaces within the torrential dark and know that you carry your own seed.
This is your hand.
This is your seed.
You are the lotus




Dorje Lotus Fire

The lotus reaches through the center of a quadra Dorje also called Vajra or Thunderbolt.
From the indivisible singularity.
Alight with fire, the soul in physical manifestation stretches into the Universe.
Inward and Outward.





Dorje Lotus Mandala

This gesture or mudra is the Lotus.
Held gently within the thumb and second finger, (an act of closing the cycle of energy in the body) is the Dorje.
It has become the lotus, the lotus is the dorje.
The dorje expands, the Universe a mandala.
Chakra's in the palms of the hands are a-light.

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