The Rose

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Photograph by Atul Ranchod

Bud I
Burnt sienna. Dirt.
Seeds, water, time. Emerging.
Journey commences.

Vertical push. How?
Partly designed. Mostly will.
So many factors.

Delicate sprout breaks.
Exposed through terra firma.
Existing. Brand new.

External forces.
Wind, insects, heat, drought. Fighting.
What power inside!

Against gravity.
Setting the stage for the One.
Leaves, thorns, stem. Working.

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Photograph by Atul Ranchod

Bloom II

Compact potential.
Everything inside, ready.
mimics water drops.

First hint of color.
Procession of opening.
Blooming uniquely.

Secret of nature.
Magnificently displayed.
Sensory delight.

Exquisite petals.
Vulnerable excellence.
Fragrance. Fullness. Wealth.

Maturing fully.
Procession in sync with time.
Jubilant. Present.

Concentrated gifts.
Olfactory reminder.
Eyes close. Go within.

In such a short time.
Apex reached. Fulfilling its needs.
Beauty. Grace. Nature.

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Photograph by Atul Ranchod

Decay III

Ever so gently
Past that subtle point, demise.
Surrender to time.

Once high, now falling.
Each petal wilting away.
Elements recalled.

Beauty in ending.
No regret or wishing here.
Acceptance prevails.

Symphony played well.
Elegant metronome; time.
Gift to exist; space.

If rose could speak prose,
Plug consciousness with divine.
Gratitude in tune!

Atul Ranchod

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