The lover or rather, the one who claimed to be a lover
Came over to me
And thrust a rose in my hands
Then, he left me without a single word
I was perplexed
For his love I did hunger
For his presence I did crave
Why did he have to leave?
What have I done wrong?
Blaming myself for every burden that Earth shoulders
I chose to take care of the rose
I potted it
And watered it
Loved it so much
Till, even if was a mere branch
It grew and grew
And went up the skies
High up above the clouds
Higher up than the human eye can discern!
Then, one day, I came across the lover again
We came face to face with each other
‘Twas on a fair day
He carried a wife on one hand
And a child on the other
And he looked at me
As if I were a mere stranger!
Heart torn, I ran back home
Was about to kill the giant rose branch
When a butterfly, hovering on one of the flowers, whispered to me
Climb it and see where it leads!
Why, I did so and lo!
I begot a glimpse of the world known as the blissful one
A world where beings, carefree and perfect
Rejoiced of being!
I was told I would be there too
But first, I needed to complete my tasks on Earth
So, I climbed back down
And followed the way the winds blew my intuitions
As for the lover
I kept him not in my heart
Nor in my mind
I lived and kept my gaze
Focused on my rose branch
The promised land shall be mine!