Lotus Flower photography by Christine Whitelaw (c)
All Photographs property of Christine Whitelaw (c)WE KNOW WHAT WE DONT KNOW. This was posted by Christine Jan. 31, 2014 …she knew not then that her passing on July 2 was foreshadowed in these Tagore poetry lines she chose: ” I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.”
The sweet lotus was her favorite flower and her photographs reflect this. Christine, a flower of perfect sweetness.
In the late afternoon we sat watching the lotus. A cool breeze took the edge off a hot day, but the water was still. How perfectly this leaf was rolled. We rolled our scattered thoughts together.
rolled
Nearby another leaf had begun to open, spreading itself gently across the surface. Finding support. Taking time.
unfurling
Fluted edges rippling gracefully on the water, droplets glistening.
buds
Radiating patterns, undulating curves, pink teardrop buds.
full blown
Fully open, stamens surrounding the central pod like a dancer’s tutu, held in the pink and white chalice of the bloom.
pods and blooms
Dancing in the afternoon light, pods and flowers together, celebrating the lowering sun, turning their heads to whisper sweet secrets to each other. We bow, united, our dance concluding with the sunset.
The Lotus
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket…
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