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I first saw it deep in my mind. Part of it I’d seen many times before. The other part was a surprise. I’m not sure where it came from, yet I know it came from deep inside me.
I see a single long stem rose, floating vertically in the air against a backdrop of still and cool blue water.
The rose is red, yet has the strong fragrance of a lavender rose I know so well. The shape of the petals are somehow wrong for this kind of rose, yet I see it clearly. There are no leaves on its long stem, just a few thorns.
My quest is to grasp the rose, petals and thorns both.
It hovers above the cool blue stillness in silence, in such a calm, cool, tranquil place. I can tell from the low hollow sounds of the moving air that this is a large enclosed space with hard walls, a cave or a grotto. I can’t see the walls yet; the lighting is soft and diffuse. Do I hear a dripping sound in the distance?
This is a tranquil place, a place where I want to be very much. I smile - one part of me finds it so hard to get here, yet another part of me knows it is inside me; I carry it with me all the time.
My path to this place should be easy -- it will be easy. I’ve found the path; now if I can’t find an easier path, then I will make one.
Reach for the rose.