The dam is moving into seasonal change with mature lotus pods; seeds dropping into the water, floating their way to another fertile damp patch.
Petals gone, tassels hanging like a ballet skirt, radiantly rich against the greenery. Is this ageing gracefully?
Autumn palette splashing out with pinks, apricots, golds and purples, softness of not-yet-quite ripe seeds, nestled inside their golden womb.
Fading leaf, perfect seeds, every part edible, one of nature’s mystical plants, glorious at every stage.
Large leaves turn their faces to the north, to where the sun is gradually retreating for a six month visit to the other hemisphere. Like solar panels they track the light, soaking up every little bit of sunshine before their own winter retreat to the bottom of the dam. In spring they will re-emerge to dazzle us with rich pink petals.
Life lives every moment to the full. Life has no fear of death. It is all one, cycling around with endless joy, abundance and beauty. Human beings seem to be the only part of life that has forgotten this.