You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?
There comes a holy and transparent time when every touch of beauty opens the heart to tears. This is the time the Beloved of heaven is brought tenderly on earth. This is the time of the opening of the ROSE.
I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.
Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.
Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!
The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.
Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.
I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.
Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.
What you have despised in yourself as a thorn opens into a rose.