The Seeker speaks:
Passion of the Painter, Song of the Poet
All are worshipping you
All stand gazing at you
Others are beautiful, also fragrant!
Why only you the Queen of Garden?
Why your warrior thorns guard so closely?
Why they attack the harvester so sternly?
You have fragrance of bliss, a glow of insight
Speak to me O dear One, Why I am captivated by your light?
The Rose Replies:
My Dear Friend,
A silent message here I send
“That life is beautiful and tends to enthrall
But if you are immersed only in the sensual
Thorns of life will pinch your unaware hand
And in agony you will stand.”
O My Beloved
You and I serve the SAME
Yours and My dance is to LIVE HIS GAME
You caution with your words, I warn with my thorns.
You embrace the fallen, I anoint the forlorn
You walk the path, I watch the walker
You heal the forsaken, I heal the Wanderer
Your have scent of freedom, I have sense of duty
You have Beauty of Stillness, I have Stillness in my Beauty
You are a Mystic, I am a Mystic
What else is there left to speak?~Rosy Kaur