7 May 2017 7 Comments

The Rose

i love everybody . . .

i can feel my big, great, squishy heart

wanting to walk up and tell people

how to find the pink rose

with the exquisite fragrance.

Silly child!

They may look at me like I’m crazy.

They may look away.

They may not look at me at all.

They may glare at me, imagining . . .

like a shock wave though my heart,

which reels like a sea anemone

in the current. And that is fine

—if I can keep it from crumpling

like foil.

Ahh . . . there’s only one good cure

for that kind of pain:

Make it bigger.

Build it strong.

Recognize the way it wants to give itself out.

The heart becomes cramped and congested

with a lack of loving.

As it grows, we see that it is not about being seen

as much as seeing it ourselves,

finding where to give.

The sweetness of being Love

is like the fragrance

of that pink rose.

We find it on our own.

We find it when we listen.

We find it when we take the hand of a friend.

We find it taking joy in seeing

the old woman feeding the man in the wheelchair

on the street, spooning pure love into his heart.

We find it when we know that we are not separate from the rose.

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7 Responses to “The Rose”

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