THE HAND THAT GIVES THE ROSE

He emerges with a fish-eyed view
of light

and finds a rosy-red nipple of delight.

Warmed by the sun of the Equinox
he gives
his breath away to the trees.

His heart beats
with the rhythm of the tides.

He opens to the fire within
that silences the mutterings of the mind.

He strives for a collective awakening
and becomes a new star in the galaxy.

The imprint of the eternal moment
is the only time that God is real.

The path to enlightenment
is strewn with prickles and barbs,

yet he is generous and kind to everyone,
and believes in undivided tenderness.

Fragrance remains in the hand
that gives the rose.