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01/11/09: The Rose that dares to blossom...
Submitted by Trinity Bourne on 1 November, 2009 - 11:36
Dear All,
The turmoil of yearning for freedom, from the caged prison in which an awakening soul often finds itself, is enough to drive anyone to despair.
This poem came to me during one of those moments. I watched from inside the cage as the bars began to disappear. The Rose is within us all. With Love and dedication to all those who keep daring to walk the path...
Trinity
x
I awoke wrapped in the tight enfolded petals of a rose
still yet to realise the fullness of its being.
Eternity caged in a bud
wary of anything but this prison that evades the world.
Then gentle swaying breeze rocked her gently back and forth.
"I remember this dance," she cried,
And each petal unknown to the gentle breeze longed to dance too.
"Unfold," whispered the breeze, "unfold."
She felt the rain fall upon her veil.
"These caressing tear drops from heaven stir my soul.
I remember me, unleashed, wild and free," she said.
"Unfold," splashed the rain "unfold."
The warmth of the sunlight passed through through her tight cloak as the furled petals began to know a world beyond the tightness of the bud.
"Break free," said the sun, "break free."
A song from the soul of an angel began to echo in her heart
The melody, a vessel,
to carry her to the place where all things are one.
"Blossom," sang the angel "blossom."
"What else is there to do," cried the Rose
Longing to be herself.
Swollen with desire
Restlessly yearning to know freedom beyond the bud.
Whole, complete,
in the place where the soul of all things is one loving cosmic embrace
she yearns to tell you the secret at the heart of the rose.
"Remember," she whispers to the petals of her being
"the time has come, remember who you are."
And then...
Nothing.
Silence.
The world stands still.
A moment fulfils eternity.
Breath is no more.
All things embrace.
Until the next moment
when something begins to stir unto the Earth again.
A single petal unfolds its wing
reaching towards light of the world.
Synchronised with the pulse of the Earth.
Caressed by daylight.
First breath.
Freedom!
And another
and another
and another
until the rose is born unto itself as one.
The fragrance of illumination floods the world,
so that we might too remember who we truly are.
Trinity Bourne
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lotus and the rose
it's a beautiful poem. thanks Trin.
It made me think of the Lotus Flower, often used as symbol of enlightened beingness - its roots growing from the mud, while the beautiful flower blossoms above. To me it suggests the truth behind authentic living - that 'enlightenment' or the beauty of authentic beingness arises from engaging with the world (immersed in the mud) not avoiding it, but being engaged/embodied, with awareness - recognising and maintaining a sense of the potential beauty within the world/mud, the divinity within and through it all. Then to rise above the muddy water (even while being engaged with it) to fully realise that divinity, and blossom radiant in the light: realising our true nature through day to day living in the world, not exclusive from it but within it, and like the rose daring to surrender to the natural flow, even while tender and vulnerable, opening and reaching 'up' towards the light.
Tingling taste buds
Yes it's a truly magical poem Trin.
It captures for me the tenderness of spirit as it unfolds internally. How we're encouraged to open even amidst the density, difficulty and often disrespect of the matrix in which we live. How softness is the cure, an eternal yielding, opening through the darkness into the sunlight.
Of course it's bitter sweet. We have to feel the suffering to taste the unquenchable elixir of liberation. Your poem captures that so beautifully too.
I feel like I've just drank a glass of bubbly fruit juice and it's tingling my taste buds!
Much love, admiration and laughter
Chris
Beautiful rose and lovely lotus
Hey folks,
Beautiful, beautiful and more beautiful! A wonderful poem, Trinity!
Loved your comments Ben, they brought tears to my eyes after a day when I had felt somewhat "stuck in the mud"! Though was more able to simply watch and be - Thanks Chris for the deepening awareness of presence! Guess the lotus flower or the rose do not assess whether they are in the mud or that the bud is closed nor do they engage with "stories", they just simply be and flow with their inner authentic impulses, enabling their beauty to naturally unfold and express itself. And, of course, as your poem suggests they are supported with gentle encouragement and guidance from the Universe!
Thanks to each of you for expressing your truth so admirably and by shining the light encouraging others to shine theirs. Let the unfolding continue...
Lots of love, gratitude and blessings, Om Shanti
The Secret of the Rose
Trinity,
Tears in my eyes, beautiful. Thank you
The Secret of the Rose dawned upon me when I was in Paris and the walked through the Notre Dame and realised that this was it......I understood the 'secret' of the rose... The flowering of Human Consciousness, awakening to the inner light. And the rose is playing with the word eros, which means 'desire' and 'longing', the wonderful energy that pulls forth the energies between humans, leading up to the ultimate experience of Oneness.
Love Tamara
Out of the Boxinsight (www.outoftheboxinsight.org)
Re: The Secret of the Rose
Thank you for sharing this with me Tamara. I feel blessed to read your post brimming with soulful insight.
With Love
Trinity