Thank you for bringing back this thread Sue.

My roses are also blooming in the garden.

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His every quality finds an expression:

Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space;

Love, the life-giving garden of this world.

Every branch and leaf and fruit

Reveals an aspect of His perfection-

They cypress give hint of His majesty,

The rose gives tidings of His beauty.

Rumi

I love this rose thread. It is one of my favourites.
The roses are already blooming and some of them have a wonderful scent.

Love,
Gisele

I am glad that you find joy in this thread Gisele.
The roses are all starting to bloom now.

Enjoy a walk in the rose garden.

Love, Inda
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MOUNTAIN-ROSE PETALS
FALLING, FALLING,
FALLING NOW ...
WATERFALL MUSIC

Basho

Yellow rose petals
Thunder -
A waterfall.

Basho

“A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.”

Chinese

Wild roses in bloom --
so like a pathway in
or toward, my home village.

Buson

With sorrow
while coming upon the hill --
flowering wild roses.

Buson

I love this roses post.
It is one of my most beloved threads.
The roses are blooming everywhere right now.

Love,
Vicky

Thank you girls.

I also love the roses and this thread.


Come, come
the beloved has arrived!
The rose garden is blooming
run and offer your life and the world
to the rising Sun...

Rumi

Walking in the garden with my lover
I was distracted by a rose.
My love scolded me saying,
"How could you look at a rose
with my face so close?"

Rumi

If you befriend the Beloved
you will never be lonely.
If you learn to be flexible
You will never be helpless.
The moon shines because it
does not escape the night.
The rose is scented because it
has embraced the thorn.

Rumi

I am created from the ecstasy of love and
when I die, my essence will be released
like the scent of crushed rose petals...

Rumi

Hidden from all eyes and ears
let us tell each other of our soul.
Smile like a rose with no lips
and keep silent like a thought.
Let us speak silently the secret like Spirit
and avoid talkers who use words in vain...

Rumi

Adding more beauty to this thread.

Love,
Sue

A Red, Red Rose

O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

- Robert Burns

Each rose that comes brings me greetings
from the Rose of an eternal spring.
God honours me when I work,
He loves me when I sing.

The Rose with its redolent petals
The Water lily with its robe of virgin white
These have surely come to us in transmigration
Of but a few of those
Endowed with sublime beauty and grace.
Some embrace death to sprout again
But most, forever, in dust remain.

Mirza Ghalib

Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo,
"Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
"At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
"Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

Omar Khayyam

While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
With old Khayyam and Ruby Vintage drink:
And when the Angel with his darker Draught
Draws up to Thee -- take that, and do not shrink.

The Effect of the Draft (from The Secret Rose Garden)
by Mahmud Shabistari
(1250? - 1340) Timeline

English version by
Florence Lederer

Original Language
Persian/Farsi
Muslim / Sufi

13th Century



Intoxicated from the pure draft
which I had drained to the dregs,
in the bare dust I fell.
Since then I don't know if I exist or not;
but I am not sober, nor am I ill or drunken.
Sometimes, like His eye, I am full of joy,
or, like His curl, I am waving;
Sometimes -- alas! -- from habit or nature,
I am lying on a dust heap.
Sometimes, at a glance from Him,
I am back in the Rose Garden.

“But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.”

Anne Bronte