The barren lotus *8///... a white prince without a swamp is only seen vaguely by the dimmed blue. the barren lotus is in hide sleeping, absorbing the feathering rays of the lighted moon. for over two thousand years you kept your seed dormant. so much wisdom lays within
The flower of the scorpion *7 ///... have you ever seen scorpio's white strips? the gentle and winding appearance of this constellation shimmers in the night sky.
the unfolding path of shaula turns and folds like the tail of a scorpion reaching his triple fangs ordeal at antares. this flower follows a similar root. it turns and folds windingly... much like the macro world is a reflection of the micro world we are too a reflection of a bigger silhouette.