Reflections- The First Rose
I do not find a single comrade in the garden yet: For springtime is approaching and I am an early rose.
I look at myself in the mirror of the rivulet, Creating a companion through this selfdeluding pose.
The pen that Destiny employed in writing Being’s scroll Inscribed a message on my leaves for everyone to read.
My heart is with the past; my eye is on the present’s roll. A prophet of the future, I proclaim the future’s creed.
I sprang up out of dust and I assumed a rose’s robe; But am, in fact, the Pleiades that was lost in the blue globe.