I always got struck by the metaphor of the Lotus Flower. Blossoming from the depths of the muddiest waters, passing through the adversities of its own dharma only to achieve its purity in its own beautiful self expression. Out of the surface into the realm of pure existence. Giving to the world and to the unadvised eye, the beauty of its final form, never revealing the process it went through to achieve it. Keeping it to itself, in silent retreat. One of life’s many hidden treasures. He who has realized in life the balance between yin and yang will roam with purpose.
I got a lotus flower tattooed on my back right before embarking on the journey that would change the course of my life forever.