The Rose							r10

	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, (stolen from silli artie at hotmail dot com) 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.

 silli_artie at hotmail dot com	1	http://www.asstr.org/~artie/ 
