Recently, in the Pecos Wilderness of northern New Mexico, I came upon countless wild roses. With their delicate strength, they provided a rich contemplation for me. When photographing flowers I love to play with focus, zeroing in on the crucial moment, so that all else blurs into shimmery illusion, similar to what happens in my spiritual practice. When I focus on the Beloved, all else softens to inconsequence.
I Found A Rose
Carlos Verano
(August 23, 1961 — )
A single rose
I offer you
Freshly cut
Covered in dew
From a wild bush
That planted itself
On the barren ground
Of a rocky shelf
Well above
Where other roses grow
The sun can beat
and winds will blow
I found a rose
and brought it to you
Love it, Karl. Thank you for the poem. I’m so happy to see these on FB. And what vivid and meaningful imagery.
What a beautiful reflection! Thank you!
Thank you, dear soul. <3
Beautiful Lesley, thanks! It reminds me of the 4D books where you have to intently focus and the dots of color turn into a multi-dimensional image that was there with your normal sight. Just like the inner spiritual vision, you have to relax yet focus completely on the nothingness. Then the Image comes through clearly and only you can see…
Andre
Andre, what a great analogy. I love those exercises, an experience in seeing other dimensions. Thank you so much!