Once silky and sensual,
radiantly fragrant and
now withered and wilted,
painlessly passing.

Once innocent and trusting, and
now beyond arriving;
empty of belief
form transcending.

Once hopeful, but
now both hope
and hopelessness
begin to fall away.

Once illumination,
now illuminated,
death and resurrection
have become one.

Herein lies the beauty of a rose.

By S and J