SAMSARA

In the still depths of the lotus pond's embrace, Where shadows whisper of judgement's trace, Do cycles of suffering reveal their toll, As fate's decree unfolds the soul? Amidst the gloom, does the dharma's call, Echo from the depths of the tomb's thrall? Do spirits rise from realms below, Breaking free from karma's silent flow? In the dance of darkness and the moon's cold light, Does judgement wait beyond the night? In shadows where mysteries writhe and strain, Does truth emerge, or only pain? Here, where whispers of fate and doom collide, The lotus blooms, in darkness it resides, A symbol of transformation, though obscure, In life's grim narrative, enduring and pure.