Praying with the Rose

It has been a day of silence and resting. Apart from some household chores, washing and supplying the victuals for the days to come. And it was raining most part of this after-arrival day. Delicious to sit on the covered balcony, read, look, stare, nod. A bit of a relaxing, reflecting and slumpy Tuesday at the end of which the sun seemed to break through. But that warm golden glow over the green riverside trees lasted just for a couple of minutes. Too short to find an attractive view somewhere around the house for my Lumix.

Before the cloudy darkness would render our small world here almost invisible again, I decided to ask our Splendid Rose for help. As She is still going on beaming Light, white, rosa and red. She is not only transmitting her Heavenly Perfume and the symbolism of Absolute Freedom. Even now, as daylight vanishes into shadowy twilight, She continues to transmit that eternal light of being, her true ‘Dharma’-nature. She mirrors the ardor of my desire to participate in the unspeakable wonders of this universe.

In this one eyewink the rosa white heart flows over into my heart and soul, vice versa. Fresh drops marking our deep vulnerability together with the possible quenching of our thirsty hearts. Such a complete universe! And resourcing from its calmness, this fountainhead keeps spreading its inspiring energy of hope, love and compassion through the dark.

For once we are awakening from the spell of everyday fears, care and manic games to find us back on our own feet again, we discover the painful agonies, the suffering and dark times all over this world. And we need to be this Rose, praying for impossible redemption: the saving of all beings, without exception.