Posted by: Stephen Paul | July 23, 2014

The meaning of life

At dawn I asked the Lotus
the meaning of life?
Slowly she opened her hand,
with nothing in it.

Debra Woolard Bender

At dawn I asked the Lotus<br /><br />
the meaning of life?<br /><br />
Slowly she opened her hand,<br /><br />
with nothing in it.
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Responses

  1. Thank you for liking my lotus poem. I am the author. Please credit me by putting my name at the end of the poem. Namaste, Debi (Debra Woolard Bender)

    • Debi,

      Done, and most glady. Thank you for making me aware of your authorship of the poem. I love it. I am very happy to give credit where credit is due. One question: On the heading for your site your last name is spelled Nender. On your message you spelled it Bender. Let me know which is correct so I can list your name correctly. Love.

      • Thank you kindly Stephen Paul.
        Debi Bender

  2. It is Bender, thanks again. -Debi

    tonight when dreaming
    may I turn into a bird
    nameless and homeless
    in my solitary flight
    I’ll forget I have no wings

    Debra Woolard Bender
    (5-21-2001)


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