And If You Are A Rose, I

Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And Bitter Things The Forerunners Of Pleasure.

That Which God Said To The Rose, And Caused It To Laugh In Full-blown Beauty, He Said To My Heart, And Made It A Hundred Times More Beautiful.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

Search, No Matter What Situation You Are In. O Thirsty One, Search For Water Constantly. Finally, The Time Will Come When You Will Reach The Spring.

No More Words. Hear Only The Voice Within.