Rose Hands

Unfold, soul's growth
Refining colours, rose
Hail, garden's nose.

Though thorny and pricked
Against honeyed bee tricks
This makes roses grow most thick.

Fruiting from black soils
Blooming wormy spoils
Refined anointing oils.

Rosy lotus hues
From mud's watery blues
Risen being, lights imbued
Bridging lunar sunshine's truth

Startling, even as it soothes.

Leanne Margaret © 2013


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