awareness waits

when the rose gets pricked

by the thorn of truth

she cannot be tricked 

by her minds illusion 

her old petals fall

emerging bud bursts

with gods call

as her heart thirsts

she opens to flower

embodies her power

all whilst awareness

seeps into her softness

with transparent clarity 

in her texture

desire in the depth

of her colour

exquisite sweetness

in her aroma

purity 

in her presence

she is LOVE