A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose

A Rose is a Rose is a Rose A Rose will I give to you, A rose bloomed in an arbor, Silent garden with ecstatic fume did give birth to that bloom. A Rose will be for a Rose, Timelessness for your love, With deep sensual sensitivity, Rose will bloom everyday. In the morning and night, In the tired noon and shaky evening, A Rose will bloom for you, Will Play with your bosom pouring hue. A Rose will I pluck from the Hurst, Without violence the plucking will be, With tender wing the Rose will Colour your cheek, Unbutton the beauty you hide, Will be garden for your dance. A rose will I bloom in my soul, The cloud will pour lurid dew, A mystic rose for atypical mould. The Rose for you to bloom on an arid field, No conditioning set by norms. Within my mind the Rose will be fertile for my gratefulness, The root will be my pleasure without reason, My individual self is the root for your boughs, A rose single and pure will bloom for you. My soul with song sonorous, Muse heavenly and silence rootless will praise you, Each part of your body will be a hymn, No mortal dream can be to make it earthly, A Rose is a Rose is a rose. With my love deeply deep you are beyond facticity of mind, a penetrating metaphysic, A soul never to revert with verbal code. You are a child always open, Knows nothing of the mind, A glittering shadow of the divine on celestial evening. Which light from which land did shower grace on you to make you delighted? Which pain from which dream did make you so pensively mystic? You are a dream, a walking dream, On the field covered by light. Beyond mind I search and no trace is found, Only air of your presence makes me frenzy and soulless, With soulless eremite will I search you beyond transcendence and above. Which light doth guard you from my sight? Which knowledge deep and occult bewitching me to chase you, Lovely trance feed your floral body and painful love around your ambit protect your chastity. As darkness enveloped by darkness or shadow enveloped by shadow, You are in the garden of my mind A dream enveloped by a dream, Or light too glittering to make shadow of your sight. In my meditation you gleam and like a moving image on the still sea of my mind or no-mind, Sometimes joy and sometimes pain, In my awakening state you live as painful inspiration to write epical rhyme. You are a total self, a blossomed being, A rose of my heart fully blossomed can worship your shrine, In the heart of my being an alter, Day and night will be humming, My mind, The humming mind to be one with you, To eat your light to be you. A rose born in my soul without thorn to love you to caress you, With pain lofty and dainty will I find a path though pathless, With the opening of the petals I will find your heart. If youthful joy mystify the way, If passion pass into the sky of consciousness, With time and by subsiding the surge I will find you in the stillness of my mind. Like rain I will drop on you and suck the milk of divine magnesia Of your being, In that formless delight we both are one. ******************************