touching the heart

If you are not  fully present,

sitting  in a rosebush does not show

you  the beauty you want to see

 because the mind  is asking

questions after questions:

Who owns this garden?

When did the roses start blooming?

Do they have names?

What is their names? 

This is called losing the self in the sea of forms.

But there is something deeper than this;

something more beautiful;

That is called touching the heart. 

If you are not here,

how can you touch the heart?

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