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The Rose

Squirt

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Someone gave me a rose on Saturday night, and as I was dancing with it, it broke into two pieces. I kept the most important part -- the flower bud. It gave me energy I've never felt before, coming straight from the core of its being and the center of its essence. I would sit and watch it; watch it unfolding and unraveling into this great, hidden world of light and beauty right there in my hand, revealing a whole 'nother microcosm of itself. StormChild said the scent grew stronger the longer I held it because it was made of the same things I was, and I was giving it life. I pulled off a petal for each person there, and uncovered a new layer of the light and beauty with each one.
I told StormChild to close her eyes and put her hand out, and I put the rose bud in her hand, folded her hand around it, then put her hand to her heart. The rose was so full of love and had such a complex and amazingly gorgeous universe all its own that I had to share it with someone else; it's like I couldn't handle all the love and beauty hidden within its white petals by myself.
To see such innocence, grace, and delicacy enshrouded in so many fragile layers of softness is absolutely breath-taking. To watch it reveal itself to you and you alone is even more amazing...
What a rose...
What a night...
 
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i remember that scent, as plain as if it were still being held in front of me
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The scent of that flower did get stronger and sweeter... You are amazing.
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awwww....squirt that was beautiful
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puts a big smile on my face...just about as big a smile as you had on your face with that flower saturday night
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That rose originated from the belt loop of this random guy in the potty line,he asked, "Why do you come to these things....I like to get drunk...." He gave it to me, and I find the fact that he inadvertently spread so much love and connection with that gesture quite breathtaking.
You see, even those who don't seem aware of the process are still intertwined within it....
See yourself in that rose, sweetie? That goes for all of you!
[This message has been edited by StormChild (edited 17 May 2001).]
[This message has been edited by StormChild (edited 17 May 2001).]
 
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