“Come said the muse,
sing me a song no poet has yet chanted,
Sing me the universal.
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed of perfection.
By every life a share or more or less,
None born but it is born, conceal’d or unconcealed the seed is.”
Lotus – the principal seat of many Jain, Hindu and Buddhist deities.