Whispers of The Rose

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The temple bell dies away
An Empire scatters to the winds
But the scene of a flower
In the evening air

Is Immortal, like the Rose
Whose red-spirituality
Is still tolling the bell
Still Holding up the Empire

Of beauty, this haunts even the sun
A silence at the palace chambers
Of the mystic visionary heart
The dream of life from

All my other dreams, the last symbol
She spreads infinity scrawled
In her pink petals to the starry sea
Each time I encounter that

The sacred fire that is God’s temple lit
A unity of the universe in a leaf
I know the spirit wears its own plumes
Back to the source of our divinity.

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5 thoughts on “Whispers of The Rose

  1. remember when still a young child without many words? and there was this flower, a rose, and all it was to [you] upon first experience was a float as your face felt beautiful aligning into its petals and the fragrance consumed and now you think back and it was better not to have words because any word would have stopped the pleasure of being with beauty as you were in that momment? you capture that – the mystery of a rose throughout eternity still remains. thank you.

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