The Rose - Arabia ![]()
The bud of a red rose is my heart
Opening to you.
I open out to you to kiss away your
fear of dying.
Dying is an emergence like the life of
this bud that I am.
Life is all there is, and death is no
more.
This is a part of your world now.
Remember me in sacred times
When I come to you open hearted for a
willing love.
Remember these times
Because they are when I am rich and
when I am poor.
I am poor of worldly things.
but I am rich in the love I possess for
you.
Remember me as the tight bud of a rose
For which I am named.