for this rose

the very moment they saw each other they were transfixed

love had a small part in this
perhaps the moments were handed
straight from the ancestor who wished her to have this day

this series of this days this call to be in play
play was richer than a fantasy
peace within and without was some strange goal
for this world they knew called them to
fight

fighting for peace was insane and they
were transfixed on each other
hate on the other side of love no longer mattered
all they could see then
was absence of hate
presence of love

all they could see then was Buddha nature
not to be attached
not to fear
no more fear they knew
this was the way

they empty their contents into the cosmos at the appointed time
this was death
but the order in the cosmos distributes the contents of them
body mind spirit
according to a karma they would not recognize
none is how it is expected to be
an afterlife full of irony

emotionlessness drives this place
now there must be more
as remnants of human form become dense
and density will melt and disperse
what is this place
that they never thought of, read of, spoke of, heard of
what is this place
for this rose always listened
to sun and sky and never had the urge to deny
the soil as mother
the soil as father
the home essence of Gaia

the rose
was only aware of some that she chose
oh but the rest,
oh there was more
what is this place
and what does it have in store?