Like so many things, without a there is no b. The beauty of the lotus is possible because of the mud in which it grows.
The beauty of our hearts is possible because of the pains we’ve experienced, the sorrows we endured, the sadness we carried.
The joy we feel is founded in the sadness.
The love is grounded in the fear.
Each is present to the other.
Let us each be present to all so that all may shine in the light of our presence.