Monday, May 31, 2010

How does your garden grow? is this week's challenge over at Inspiration Ave .

In mystical Sufism tradition, it is said that the original rose was white.

One night a Nightingale encountered a a particularly beautiful rose and was struck by a love so intense that he he began to sing the most beautiful song ever heard (before this night, nightingales only croaked and chirped). Finally, overpowered by his desire for her, he embrace her with such ardor that her thorns pierced his heart. From that time on, the rose was stained red by his the color of his blood."

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.    


  1. That is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with us!

  2. Lovely roses - beautiful story!!!

  3. Reading the story this morning puts me in a lovely place; thanks for sharing.

  4. Stunning picture of the flowers, will definitely make my day. Keep posting.

  5. Thank you for sharing this lovely story with all of us! I found it to be quite profound.

  6. I love your story of the nightingale and your rose. Super Sweet and Romantic~*

  7. Such a lovely post - the words touched me so much I had to keep going back to read them again.

  8. This is beautiful, both the words and the images. I'm so glad you shared it, thank you!

  9. Enjoyable post but I must say that the white rose is the most stunning.

  10. Beautiful post! I had forgotten that fable...thanks for sharing :)

  11. I am glad everyone has enjoyed this post. Both roses are pictures of roses from my garden.

  12. Truly beautiful submission for this week's challenge!