one rose

in the flow of the universe all things have their time 

and place to be born 

and nothing can stop what is a law of god 

no man, woman, strength, might, resistance 

so we move with the universe as the willows do 

bending with the winds that sing thru them 

we bend with the tides of change 

and not allow our hearts to be overshadowed by 

that which comes, be it ugly, beautiful or anything else 

for there will be a time when that particular manifestation

changes and blooms to something else 

as all opposites turn to the other direction in time 

and all things that are seen now are dying and rebirthing too

as the surface waves play and bring up appearances 

of so many things 

oh one that is true 

you reside deep and alone, free of the passing fancies of change 

and all else that rises there 

deep inside the freedom-heart as a one that is in a secret consciousness 

not of the world though seemingly so 

you move with the form and yet are not that movement 

you speak with the lips and yet are not those words 

you bloom in a variety of ways that are like the lovely fruits on the trees 

that hold so many wonders 

and yet remain untouched by this play of color 

you descend too like the leaf on the branches spiraling down to 

dirt, dust decay, death and then gone 

and yet are not at all cast in shadows of those images of ending and 

beginning any more than the sky is touched by the clouds 

oh true one 

deep beneath the waves of phenomenal play you rest 

and those that have and are resting there know full well

this light of one 

resting as a presence of love, life and freedom everlasting

one bloom, oh world 

one rose for you kept as a secret treasure 

of forgotten purity 

continuously, it blooms
without need of water or attention

quietly, it blooms, delicate, rich, life-filled 

without company it lives 

alone as itself

as the freedom-heart 

as the heart of all