Phoenix
Senior Member
- Location
- Oregon, U S
Circle of the White Rose
In the embers of my mind lives a rose. Alone on a field of aqua-blue, its beauty is exquisite. Its meaning, I discovered, is pure and perfect love. Perfect love, I asked myself, is that possible? After all the relationship failures, intimate and otherwise, with people who claimed to love me, whom I claimed to love and those who cared for nothing but themselves, the idea of perfect love seemed laughable, implausible. But as I sought my inner self, as I learned who and what I had been, who and what I am, who and what I can be, who and what I desire to be, the idea gained merit. Perfect love has nothing to do with and yet simultaneously everything to do with me.
As time went on, more roses joined my rose, one at a time forming an arch, becoming a circle. The circle grew larger and larger as more roses squeezed in. Millions of them, merging together, yet retaining their individuality, became one giant rose, forming a web of love around the earth, sending positive energy throughout this place we all live.
I am a rose, a white one. If this is what you are or would like to be, if you would like to join the circle, you need only picture it in you heart and radiate it outward to all-that-is. The rest will follow.
In the embers of my mind lives a rose. Alone on a field of aqua-blue, its beauty is exquisite. Its meaning, I discovered, is pure and perfect love. Perfect love, I asked myself, is that possible? After all the relationship failures, intimate and otherwise, with people who claimed to love me, whom I claimed to love and those who cared for nothing but themselves, the idea of perfect love seemed laughable, implausible. But as I sought my inner self, as I learned who and what I had been, who and what I am, who and what I can be, who and what I desire to be, the idea gained merit. Perfect love has nothing to do with and yet simultaneously everything to do with me.
As time went on, more roses joined my rose, one at a time forming an arch, becoming a circle. The circle grew larger and larger as more roses squeezed in. Millions of them, merging together, yet retaining their individuality, became one giant rose, forming a web of love around the earth, sending positive energy throughout this place we all live.
I am a rose, a white one. If this is what you are or would like to be, if you would like to join the circle, you need only picture it in you heart and radiate it outward to all-that-is. The rest will follow.
