Stake Of Purity

Lotus blooms, magnificent indeed

Yet its root needs to be stained

To shine; pale petals glory

Enharmonic as it is, it accepts

The vile mud is not to blame

Because without it

There's no treasure, no life

It comes with dirt, born with dirt

It truly shines after experiencing...

The hell of contaminated water, 

And the germs they bore

Only after being filtered

Its distilled, its clear, pleasing to eyes.

It has to be dirty filth, and then bloom

By suffering, by experiencing, by losing

One can truly see...

The true form of purity...