Tag: roses

brimful

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blushing wild roses
unfurl into dawn’s soft skies
brimful with pink love

This haiku came back to me, yesterday. And like a scent-sparked memory, I felt the soft petals unfurling against the light blue sky—again. May I too, greet yet another day dancing, without hesitation nor slight. Just brimful, in the light.

wild

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                          the beautiful roses in my garden
                                                                                 will always be
                                                                                                                    wild .

When you stop and smell the roses, what do you hear?

The Quest

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"In your light I learn how to love. 
In your beauty, how to make poems. 
You dance inside my chest where no one can see you, 
but sometimes I do, 
and that sight becomes this art. 
~Rumi~

What is it that awakens your love, kindles your desire to create, and
like the water’s sparkling surface—reflects back to you the artistry of your own soul?
If you know the answer to this question, you have found all that you will forever need.
If not, then rest assured that the light once sought, always find its seeker.
Reunion is the inevitable resolution of quest.