Peace, The Lotus Way – #4 in the Peace Collection
The Lotus Teaching
This painting began with a story.
I had read about Buddhist monks walking across the United States—welcomed in Washington by a large multi-faith gathering after 108 days on the road from Texas. Different traditions. Different languages. One shared intention: peace.
Within the Walk for Peace community on Facebook, someone shared a teaching using the analogy of the lotus. I reposted it immediately, hoping other empaths and highly sensitive people might find the same support I had.
It went something like this:
Many of us move through the world like sponges.
We wake up steady and light—and then someone else’s mood enters our space. Bad news on a screen. Sirens on the street. A slammed cupboard. Drug addicts passed out on the sidewalk. Without intending to, we absorb it. Our bodies tighten. Our peace shifts.
The sponge has no boundary.
It soaks up everything.
But the lotus offers another way to be present in the world.
The lotus grows in mud—yet it is not stained by it. Its leaves and petals naturally repel both the mud it grew from and the murky waters on which it floats. Rain falls. Storms pass. Droplets bead and roll away. The lotus shines.
This is not indifference.
It is equanimity.
Compassion does not require drowning alongside someone who is struggling. If two people jump into the mud pit, who is left to offer a hand?
Rooted in mud, the lotus rises from its environment. It witnesses everything—yet sheds what no longer serves it so it can open fully to the sun.
It floats on moving water.
Its roots remain tethered in storms.
The author then suggested a simple practice. I used it three times that very day—and felt the difference immediately.
The Shift: From Absorbing to Witnessing
You are not “cold” for refusing to suffer.
You are stable.The next time a bad mood enters your space, do not become the sponge.
Notice the drop. See their anger or sadness as a single drop of water.
Become the leaf. Visualize your skin as the smooth surface of a lotus leaf.
Watch it roll. Say quietly:
“I see your storm. But I am not the sky. I am the leaf. This belongs to you.”You do not have to drink the poison to show you care.
That teaching became the seed for this painting.








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