Friday, October 15, 2010

The Rose Called to the Breeze

The rose called to the breeze,
"Please, spread my fragrance."
The breeze carried her fragrance.
Her scent wafted into an open window.
Her sweetness aroused a couple to love.
A child grew within to encompass "little soul".
He grew without, reaching for "big soul".
With more soul, more secret wisdom.
More secret wisdom, more teachings.
Students stream in, students stream out.
People taste  their souls, a sweeter world.
All because the breeze loved the rose.

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