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  • Who am I to talk about what anyone can learn from a lotus?

    When this seed pod was new, it stood up straight, bright yellow, the center of the flower. Then it aged to a pale green -- but still upright, with orange threads that dripped off like shadows into the water.

    Now it's old, but it has taken the shape of a different flower.

    Bud to blossom to pod to pod flower, I've watched the lotuses this summer. Caught my breath at how deeply the lotus in all its ages is woven into the designs of India.

    Once I saw birds from China -- scarlet and gold, birds with jewel-bright feathers -- and began to understand Chinese art.

    Years ago, I stood in the middle of a city and finally understood that the music of eastern American Indians is the sound of a sunlit forest.

    As I age, have I become a different flower? What fruit will I leave behind?

    And will it be enough?
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