Lost in these - In the Arms of the Lotus!

There’s something about lotuses that has always pulled at my soul, an unspoken, eternal love.

A quiet obsession that begins in the mud and blossoms into surrealness.

When I saw this breathtaking frame

fields of blooming pink swaying under a grey sky in Sari, Iran

something inside me stirred deeply.

This wasn’t just wanderlust.

It was a calling.

I long to step into that lotus wetland someday,

barefoot and wide-eyed,

letting the cool, dark earth welcome me,

each step sinking into stories of strength and serenity.

Surrounded by these sacred pinks,

I want to walk slowly through this living painting

gathering blooms close to my chest,

feeling their weight like memories I never knew I had.

Each leaf like an outstretched arm,

each flower a quiet declaration of resilience.

To lie back among them,

gazing at the sky, Sari’s soft, brooding blue

and lose myself to the gentle rhythm of nature’s breath.

Lotuses aren’t just flowers to me.

They are symbols. Anchors. Mirrors.

My forever fascination.

And I know this love is eternal.

One day, I will come to Sari.

Not just to visit,

but to belong for a while

to let the lotuses know

that someone, somewhere,

loved them long before she ever saw them.

Thank you, Rashid Muhammed Nazer for introducing me to this dreamland and for showing me that beauty this pure still exists.