According to Buddha
Water condensed becomes ice, and so invisible Spirit can be frozen into form by my devotion’s frost. If only you could see the beautiful eyes of the Mother that I beheld last night. My heart is filled with joy eternal. The little cup of my heart cannot hold the joy and the love that I beheld in those eyes — looking at me, sometimes smiling.
ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose
why you ramble, no one knows
wild and wind-blown, that’s how you’ve grown
who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?
Alberta Roses ~ June 2016