If you had noticed, lately all my blogs have a picture that have a rose in them. Yeah, and it's because I was totally lost into the beauty of what Buddha had done once!
One fine day, he came to his disciples, holding a rose in his hands. And he just kept quiet and quiet.
But to me he was talking to me the loudest. The very loudest! The very essence!
"To be a blossoming then giving out that colorful fragrance for which it is plucked and then dying away into a blossoming life where love and logic were never separate and never ending.
game. Nice game to relax on, to relax on the edge of a deathly verse.
When is Judgement day! Oh it's just after my deathday. Suppose if I died right now-here, then the next time I rise up, oh it's judgement time. So what is it! Heaven or Hell for me.
Hell is indeed the finest purifier! Whereas Heaven is the finest relaxer! And that's what the mystic rose is all about with a Hell of a logic and a Heaven of a love dissolved in it.
Yeah, I remember a street boy giving me a Mystic Rose, I got a picture of him and used it for the cover of my poetry book. Then I remember while distributing flowers in a temple somewhere in Andra Pradesh, the last flower that came to me in the distributing basket was a beautiful rose, that mystic rose.
Now the whole idea is to be that mystic Rose.