IBT Poetic Reflection
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom – The River’s Wisdom
The river does
not resist the stone,
Nor does it
rage against the bend.
It flows, it
shifts, it carves its way—
Not by force,
but by surrender.
Seasons change,
the winds will turn,
Yet the
mountain bows to none.
Stillness
speaks, the soul will learn,
That all is
one, and one is all.
To bloom is not
to chase the sun,
Nor fear the
rain when shadows come.
Each petal
opens in its time,
Unfolding
truth, divine and kind.
The path is
yours, the choice is clear,
No fate is
fixed, no change is near—
Until you dare,
until you rise,
The bloom
within must be realized.
Bloom, bloom,
bloom—inner bloom,
Like the lotus
rising from the mud.
Soft, yet
strong. Yielding, yet unbreakable.
A dance of
presence, a lesson in grace.
Bloom, bloom,
bloom—inner light,
Through every
season, dark or bright.
Roots grow
deeper, petals unfold,
