This rose - red, scented, rich, without price – <br />is it speaking to me? <br />I cannot hear what it says. And yet… <br /> <br />is it watching me? <br />it does not blink. And yet… <br /> <br />is it urging me to action? <br />it gives no sign. And yet… <br /> <br />this rose – so gloriously – is… <br /> <br />so does it know all this? <br />is it beyond all this? <br /> <br />for while I watch it <br />and wait for an answer <br />I know myself more. <br /> <br />perhaps the rose <br />is not the answer <br />but the question <br />and I the answer <br />and the answerer<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-rose-after-the-sufi/
