Scent of a Rose

Scent of a

Rose

Father of silence,
Mother of space,
Child of love,
the coming new day,
in scent of a rose
in strength of flying bird.

what we want
is not simple,
it is an imortal dream
that we could forgot our faces.
Arche your arms
in meaningless mist of mind
build a bridge between pain and joy
open your heart to take all the light and shadow
and not be afraid of any end;
into the scent of life
into the morning dew
every cell awakes
in freedom of infinite love.

~ Serena Devi ~