The nightingale and the Rose

~The Nightingale and Rose O beloved, Last night I walked in the rose garden alone, Air was full of your fragrance, I looked everywhere for a sign Of your passing, perhaps a thread of your hair, Or your fingertips, mark at edge of a leaf. Behind the dark garment of night I found a crushed…

Rain and heart petals

​We sit silently in rain in wonder of its beauty and mystery, How it arrives and how magically it changes sky, lands, next door neighbor flower’s pot. How suddenly seagulls get quiet and how strangely pedestrians disappear. When wet leaves of tall trees dance with music of winds, how simply the beating of life Moves,…

Fragile Rose

Life is a fragile rose, Soft, pure, mysterious and beautiful. It flow gently in our humans veins, into green valleys of possibilities. In her sacred ways, it blooms in blood of earth and heat of sky's passion. She bends, she stands, she murmurs between hands of wind, She disappears in sigh of ocean embracing shores,…