Rounded soft luscious pink,
What of, do you think,
Yet you’re blind and cannot see,
A twig reached you, from heavens hand,
What do you feel, or understand,
Can’t see the connection?
It’s ethereal spirit your senses touch,
Taste its fragrance without fudge,
You sense the hand, do you?
Seeing without eyes, hearing without ears,
Touching heaven, your senses nears,
There the truth, a rose in your hand,
Another spirit being, from above,
Like the sparrow, or the dove,
Fly with them, without wings,
Know the essence of the realm,
Let it all you overwhelm,
Look deeper, much deeper, my friend.