Wild Roses

Some roses are thornier than others.

Wild Roses

Mama is the awareness behind all the many faces of nature.

Whereas Papa is the guiding light, of our one shared truth!

Both being the source, of real happiness for mere mortals!

Mother Nature and Father Truth both being our parents!

Just for the moment forget about your God in Heaven;

Just set aside, great expectations and preconceptions!

Just allow yourself to entertain all the alternatives!

Because if there is a God they gave us all free will,

Or they gave us nothing of real value to speak of;

Bereft free will love is nothing but a shell game,

So buckle up tighter taking charge of your life!

Or the light left on is just confusing yourself!

You are now your own God, and free spirit,

Rudely awakening, in our material world;

Entropy eternally rolling crap downhill!

Learning the hard way what it means,

To embrace any love unconditionally.

To become as you really desire to be,

Instead of those, who flatter you!

Your best friends are those who tenderly inform you,

Who love you with enough charm and good sense,

To be gentle still always truthful,

To avoid serious misconceptions!

To tell us, what we need to know,

To do so genuinely out of concern!

Who know us all too well enough!

To avoid adding to any confusion!

To avoid adding unnecessary pain!

To avoid, complicating everything.

Turning molehills, into mountains.

Unwittingly making things worse!

How to wait until we're listening!

How to do so with tact, and sense.

How to share the moment with us.

How to inspire us, to let it all out!

How to touch on, sensitive humor.

How to, gently touch any wounds.

How to share more laughter again!

But most importantly, of anything.

Being loving and gentle as possible,

Just being the good friends we love!

Whenever I ask myself the question,

What if God was one of us?

Just any stranger on the bus,

Trying to make his way home,

Nobody calling on their phone,

Nobody asking about their day!

No one recognizes, who they are!

Nobody really seems to even care,

Nobody actually cares to go there!

Knowing love is more than words!

Love is more than we can conceive;

Hate is a mere shadow of the truth!

Anger a poor substitute for concern!

Spite, but merely a childish tantrum!

Sorrow, yet an echo of our happiness,

More than all metaphysical concepts,

More, than mere biological functions!

More than just a mere logical process,

More than some sort of abstract ideal,

Love really makes the world go round!

Love is what makes every day brighter,

Love, actually does give anyone wings!

Giving, and sharing amongst ourselves!

Holding hands to stop the other falling;

Amazing each other, how much we care.

Shadows, searching just to find emotion!

Searching for what can give life meaning;

Searching for that beyond all explanation.

Searching for what makes life worthwhile!

What seldom changes throughout our lives,

Shadows remain, but memories of the light.

The eternal memory only light ever replaces!

The light that illuminates the darkest night!

The brilliant light, penetrating the darkness!

The steady beacon, at the end of our tunnels!

The light which brings all good things to life!

The light, following all on the darkest nights,

The light remaining darkest before any dawn;

Enchanting sound of silence, following us all,

Dancing between the notes, of our own songs,

That which persists just below any awareness.

Our shadows yet following us wherever we go,

Reminding us all, the light must always return.

Anger, is but an instant's sorrow and suffering,

Our inner child confused about how to be loved.

So easily confused by anything in the big world,

If God alone can decide whether or not to forget,

Let there be peace on earth, starting with friends.

Let there be love, between the very best of friends.

Evidently some things take more time than others,

Evidently sometimes we merely have to be patient,

Evidently some miracles require longer than others.

Just as growing up discovering the way on our own.

Just as love, forgiveness, and compassion take time!

Amazing grace can only appear to happen overnight,

When we all know, everything requires time to occur.

When everyone knows there are things you can't rush,

When everyone knows things can take their own time!

When aware all good things happen in their own time!

When it is obvious somethings take longer than others!

Anyone knows all good things come to those who wait!

That we must all patiently await the day things change.

To build up all of the energy, and resources still required,

For wild roses, to spring up from the cracks of sidewalks.

For God, I'm sure it's but an instant in all grand creation,

For God I'm sure anything remains but the blink of an eye.

For God I'm sure all of eternity is but one fleeting moment!

Time itself remains, but a mere imitation of God's memory!

For all Ugly Ducklings, struggle on the stairway to heaven!

Time for Ugly Ducklings represents their personal struggles,

Playing the hero, of their own wildest fantasies and dreams,

Bumbling and stumbling upon the path that all must follow!

Playing their shy version of peek-a-boo, with mother nature.

Only when baby peeps are ready can they leap from the nest!

Which is why the first thing most kids love about the swan,

They are big, powerful, and self-assured when they are not.

When toddlers are always desperate to grow up overnight,

While parents sometimes wish they never would grow up,

Sometimes have difficulty, watching them leave the nest.

But growing up demands years of relentless cultivation!

Steadily preparing, all ugly ducklings to become swans.

Cultivating and nurturing any of their inherent assets,

Each new day fortifying their small minds and bodies.

Tentatively emerging from within a safe hiding place,

Struggling through any debris, to keep itself upright!

Comes the wildest rose through densest underbrush!

Stretching for any warmth it may get from the sun!

Desperately requiring all the available sustenance.

Defending itself with only the tiniest of all thorns.

Its mere existence yet a fragile and dubious affair!

But manages to blossom after countless struggles,

For, far beneath the deepest, of bitter cold snows!

Lay the seeds that merely with the spring's love,

Welcomes back to life again the wilder of roses.

Like Ugly Ducklings each startled to discover!

They've become the hero, of their own dreams,

Requiring time to adjust to their new reality,

Our changing seasons, themselves surprised!

Each astounded, at their own great fortune!

To discover they yet have so much to offer!

Cleansing rains, revitalize spiritual roots,

Healing warmth of the sun graces us all!

Winds sweeping away any dead debris,

The stars remaining poetry in motion.

Celebrating, the changing of seasons,

Love yet blossoming, forever anew,

Wonder being the beginning of all wisdom:

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wildflower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And all eternity in an hour,

Just requires loving wonder.

Infinite diversity within infinite combinations,

And, worlds without end,

Out to infinity and beyond.

Beyond bluer event horizons!

Accept who you are completely,

Breathe deep, of the sparkling air,

Embrace your innocent child within.

Laugh often merely for the sake of laughing,

Fight often, only if you have no choice!

Only for your own peace of mind.

Never letting even God come between you and your heart,

Surrendering to your own heart's true desire,

Simply to love and be loved in return!

Surpassing, your wildest dreams!

Rise up Warriors of the Rainbow!

Rise up back upon your feet again!

Rise up take our road less traveled!

Rise up, all singing beautiful words.

Rise up spreading the glorious news!

Rise up becoming all that you can be!

Rise up sharing more beautiful words!

Rise up singing with any angelic choir!

Rise up embrace any silent explanation!

Rise up embrace another new Gathering!

Rise up celebrating our Rainbow Nation!

Rise up to embrace, the triumph of swans!

Rise up to embrace all the Ugly Ducklings!

Rise up the end of the long night is upon us!

Rise up a new day, is upon the dawn at last!

Rise up to embrace, our triumphant new day!

Wild roses always blossom with the spring rains,

Embracing the glorious warmth of the sun's return!

Reflected in the softly glowing moonlight,

Penumbra of shadows, forever dancing,

Silence still echoing lilting in the air.

To sleep, perchance to dream again,

To awaken once more to discover,

We are already, living the dream,

We have been living it, all along.

Embracing inner peace in giving,

The spark within growing again,

Beautiful words yet defy gravity,

Hope blooms eternally, within us.

Illuminating the world around us,

Illuminating the shadows as well!

Forever Rainbows color our world.

The moonlight shining down on all.

Reaching out yet again to find love;

Accepting the vagaries, of any tides,

Learning to find, acceptance within!

Seldom settling for merely shrugging,

Reaching out, whenever it feels right!

Reaching out, to find what awaits us.

Always, casting our gaze on the stars!

Nurturing our personal loving feelings,

Spreading our happiness when we may!

Sharing our love, whenever appropriate!

Having faith our love remains immortal!

Having faith love's our spring of freedom!

Having faith love's a miracle to believe in!

Having faith, love will not forsake anyone!

Having faith love, could never be destroyed!

Having faith that love points show the way!

Having faith, love is the sweetest of all roses!

Wild desert roses bloom with the sweet rains!

Springing up between, the cracks of sidewalks.

Springing up everywhere that's not impossible!

Springing up wherever they may find any room!

Springing up in all the more inhospitable places.

No power in the verse may stop what is destined.

No power in the verse may prevent the inevitable!

Love blooming forever, in all of Heaven and earth!

Love conquering all, with naive sparkling laughter!

Love conquering the world with the cleansing rains!

The heart that bends the most, spreads the most love!

While, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet!

For nothing is sweeter than your own mama's loving arms!

(Joan Osborn, Bette Midler)