Hinterland Rose

"A crown is but the open flower in sunshine''s bright."Inside our thought holds most of the riddle of existence; we interact primarily with the objectively real, but always in companionship with the part of ourselves that is like an unclear halo. We know it is truly our own, but, in great part, clouded. It is the marvelous self that is non-corporal. It is the spiritual unit of our being, and while troubling and source to much sorrow, it is triumphant, as we die to its revealing, we, then, rising, as the grande phoenix out her ashes to the upward. It is truly a source of secrets, an entrance, however painful, for the Holy into our being; it allows a concept of beauty to blossom in heinous circumstance, and allows night to be born into a knowing glory, solitude, in onliness, to present honorable messages of truth.Therefore, the bog, the marsh, the heath, in purple or grey - the bramble, yet the swamp - these arefamiliar settings for research and truth. Our cognitive skills and their enlightening studies inclassrooms, everyday walks, traumatic events, as well as alternations in natural rhythming - these webring inside ourselves to see what we may see - perhaps a rose; the rose grows into much of itself, intoits rarity of beauty, within the dark, and as a metaphor of truth, more out of solitude and personal embracing of ultimately finding.