1000 petals by axinia

the only truth I know is my own experience

The ego is like a rose May 28, 2009

 (image by me)

The ego is like the rose and also like the thorns which surround the rose. It takes the place of the thorns when it is not
cultivated, and it becomes a rose when it is refined.

When the ego remains in the condition of a thorn, more thorns come; and more and more, till it increases its thorns to such an
extent that everyone who touches that person is dissatisfied. We all have friends to whom we should be most grateful if they
would keep away from us. We love them, we like them, but we would be very glad if they would keep away. What is it? It is
the thorns that hurt.

In what way do these thorns manifest? They manifest in the form of words, of actions, of desires, in the form of manner. Why
does one feel annoyed with certain people in life, even before they have uttered one word? Because the thorn is pricking.

Perhaps that person will say, ‘But I have not said anything, I have not done anything,’ but he does not know that he has thorns;
there are perhaps so many that even before he utters one word, before he moves, his presence pricks us. It is a natural
outcome of the ego. Either the ego develops thorns, or it develops into a rose; and when it develops into a rose, then everyone
is attracted to it because of its beautiful petals, its delicacy, its fragrance, its color, its softness, its structure. Everything about it
is attractive, appealing, and healing.

For every soul there are four stages to pass through in order to come to the culmination of the ego, which means to reach the
stage of the rose.

The first stage is that a person is rough, thoughtless and inconsiderate. He is interested in what he wants and
in what he likes; as such he is naturally blind to the needs and wants of others. (more…)

 

This rose is for you! June 20, 2008

 image by axinia

Yes, this rose is for YOU and you only! – whoever you are, a random visitor or my passionate reader…

I shot this photo some time ago and was keeping it save for some very special post. Or some very special person…. I find this rose so breath-taking gentle and alive, that I wanted to share it on a very, very special occasion. And suddenly I realised that the most special occasion is to present this virtual rose TO MY READER.

Please, take it and enjoy it. It comes from the bottom of my heart.

You can copy, forward, do whatever you like – it is YOURS.

LOVE, axinia

 

When the storm is over… June 7, 2008

 

When the storm is over

you find out the world aroud you

is being purified and washed out

you find out the ground around you

is covered with rose petals…

Then come and sit on the park bench

look at the lovely carpet

and wonder how the drama of storm

could scare you so much

just shortly before.

image and poem by axinia

 

 

 
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