There are so many variables
involved and to pinpoint specifics seems almost impossible. The barricades are in place, the bridge has
been washed out and the waters are rising.
It is going to take a miracle to reach me if that’s what is intended,
otherwise I will call off my troops and retire to the solitude of my own mind
once again and this time I will not allow myself to fall prey. Perhaps…perhaps I really am delusional and my
sense of self is so warped that I will not ever truly understand.
The Rose
Daniel Miller
And upon a day, while walking
among the flowers of his teacher’s garden,
did the child speak unto the Mystic:
“Some
men claim that this life is the darkness of a curse,
and a
punishment to be endured for all our wicked ways.
Oh
Mystic, what say you of life?”
And
the Mystic answered:
“I say that life is neither a
curse nor a punishment, but a rose filled with the beauty of desire.
The
stem of the rose is your life upon this earth, the thorns, painful lessons you
bring unto
yourself,
that you might learn. The leaves are those joys that enter your life with the
tenderness of an
unseen
Love.
Curse
not the sorrow of your thorns, for the deeper they cut unto the heart of your
being, the greener the
leaves
of joy shall be.
The
tiny bud is your soul, waiting to bloom with the truth of God among its petals.
Slowly will your flower
unfold,
that you might not become lost within the fragrance of its secret.
And
when the rose is at the height of its beauty, shall you not see the pureness of
God smiling from the very
center
of your Being?”
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