Grow

A poem

Bed of roses
Within dark forest
I ask thee —
“What’s thy purpose?”

Thus spoke the roses:
“No other, no other —
No other but to grow”

Bed of roses
Within dark forest
I ask thee —
“What is mine?”

Thus spoke the roses:
“No other, no other —
But the same
Find your thorns and wield them
Find your petals’ shine
And most of all
Most of all
Grow before you die.”

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I also write about spiritual philosophy. Here’s one article on Buddhism:

The Eightfold Path: Right Intention