{"id":8601,"date":"2017-05-05T12:45:24","date_gmt":"2017-05-05T16:45:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/?p=8601"},"modified":"2021-10-19T11:10:22","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T15:10:22","slug":"concealed-in-a-rose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/concealed-in-a-rose\/","title":{"rendered":"Concealed in a Rose"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When I’m concealed inside a rose, \r\nI’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies\r\ntouch my nose. I’m the blood moon \r\nintensified. I float away toward an \r\nexpanded horizon, though hidden  \r\nin a rose, I’m vaster than the Milky\r\nWay Galaxy. What constrains me is \r\nyou...\r\n\r\n             whenever you fear that cold\r\nwill freeze your clarity of thought\r\n \r\n             whenever you fear rain \r\nwon’t fall as it does as dew drops \r\n\r\n             whenever you fear the doubt \r\nof not knowing who you are as a gentle \r\ngardner cuts your bloom off to admire you \r\n \r\n             wherever you fear violent \r\ndelights whose violent beginnings stare\r\nat your inability to cope as those loved \r\nby you are cut, vased to adorne a kitchen\r\n\r\n             whenever you imagine demise \r\nprior to it happening, might it happen, \r\nmight not happen, worries cripple you \r\nas if you've already been cut into what \r\nyou most fear, the inability to cope\r\n\r\nDear petals of a quiet rose, if I can't \r\ngive you confort to heal what's ahead...\r\n\r\nRemind yourself to distinguish between \r\nwhat is possible,  \r\nwhat is probable, \r\nwhat is likely, \r\nwhose hidden dew leads you to flourish\r\ndespite being cut off the stem you crave. \r\n\r\nFloursh by giving beauty to your habitat \r\nuntil you dry out, give yourself peace \r\nby being the courage to withstand storms.    \r\n\r\nIf what's possible becomes what's probable,\r\nand what's probable becomes what's likely, \r\nyou’ve still got a way out. Be the bravest.\r\n\r\nDespite confornted with a likely demise, \r\nmeditate about the nature of humanity \r\nas children eat their breakfast, rejoice \r\nin observing time unfolding as you dry.\r\n\r\nIf no child is nearby, attend yourself,\r\nthe vase, rejoice in the grace you are, \r\nadmire your effort into being the rose\r\nwho defies what's possible, probable,\r\nwhat's likely, there’s a silver lining \r\nto every emotion, it is up to me to be \r\nneither the observer, nor the observed, \r\nbut one who is concealed and unconcealed \r\nin nature, a rose, the moon, the wind, \r\nthe vase, water, and the childless woman \r\nwho writes from her kitchen table inspired \r\nby a rose who chose not to be cut but\r\nwas anyway, was it possible? Of course.\r\n \r\nProbable? No, she had never cut her roses\r\nbefore that day. Likely? Not until it \r\nhappened, it wasn’t probable, nor likely \r\nbut is now after I died reminiscent of her. \r\n\r\nDear Mom, I’m concealed inside that rose, \r\nas you cut another one, find me exposed.\r\n\r\nI’m the blood moon intensified, I float \r\neveryday toward myself as an expanding \r\nhorizon, though concealed in a rose, \r\nI’m far beyond the infinite of our Omega \r\nCentauri, what constrained was the vessel, \r\nwithout it, I’m beyond reproach. I’m here,\r\nyet I’m not. I’m concealed, unconcealed \r\nby your memories. May I stay in that rose \r\nforever. May I never come back to it, except \r\nto decrire our love in a poem that shortly was.   \r\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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