The Rose

The Rose

Layers of deep red wrapped around a core of joy

And thorns warning to take care in picking

An aroma so sweet, so tender, so delicious

We dare come close to nuzzle it

We dare even to pick it and bring it home
In spite of the threat to be pricked

We endeavor even to grow it in our garden

It invokes, gives some voice to,
     the love in our hearts

It gives vision to some deep expression of pleasure

And if some should pick it
     and drop it in a mud puddle

On the way walking home

We would mourn that this gorgeous creature is now covered in mud

But would we love it any less? Would we regret the encounter?

No, we would treasure it even more

Holding forever the rose in our heart’s memory

Until we can return and find our nose and eyes savoring one another

Your precious smiles

Your aroma of joy

Your twinkling eyes

Wrapped in velvet

Facing the sun.

jules, 9/10/13

The Sacred Forest

Deep in the dark, sacred woods shadows play with blue faries
The canopy of ancient trees protects this holy ground
For centuries these oaks have been holding up the sky
Guardians of God’s natural monastery
Companions for many a pilgrim coming to understand the mystery of love
Yearning for connection to the deep heart in this enlightened place.
Angels and birds dance together under this umbrella of holiness
Those whose feet cross into this holy place
Find themselves called back to center, called to delicious rainbows of energy from their hearts.
Those who enter this dark forest leave with new light in their souls.