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Rosy Thoughts

As I walk in my rose garden
and think of or rather recall
the fragrance of your beingness
I am enwrapped in a soothing
kind of confidence in life.

The scheme of things
happening is perfect
in its simple complexity
as there are no possibilities
of betrayal of or escape
from the Self.

The thoughts and pictures
that whirl through my
mind, I sense them as
butterflies, doing their
unpredictable flight patterns,
linking one event to the next.

Events or releases of
energy and information
that are unmistakable parts
of your nature, and hence
unavoidable, precious
and affirmative of life.

Any annoyance with any
facet of your nature is a fraud,
a consequence of conditioning
influences in the past
and they should be changed into
the purest elixir of life.

This elixir should be assimilated
with joy and positive appreciation
of your inner divinity
which may have been
veiled in darkness
for ages and centuries
but is now being brought
to your conscious awareness
as a diamond token of
life's immeasurable richness.

Any thought and any
picture is a valuable part of you
and thus an indispensable part of Cosmos.
Hail them with the attitude of gratefulness
and they will unfold like the roses
when they leave their bud state
of immaturity and ignorance.

Flow with it! - Oh, woman.
Fly with them! - Oh, woman.
Listen to their story
without attachment.

Learn to see them as
your creations
and understand them
without effort or pain or anything
other than acceptance.
Not an elaborate,
scrutinizing intellectual understanding
but rather a mindless comprehension.

I walk in your rose garden
and accept that all these roses
once were merely thoughts and pictures.
Maybe they still are?