|The Flower of Beyond
Hello, Is anyone there? I can hear your footsteps but I cannot see you, Hello.
"Listen my child, can you hear my voice? I am a spirit of yours. You cannot see me because I am not really here. You are your path way to the opened door."
I hear you but why have you come? What are you trying to tell me? I do not understand why I can stand over the quicksand without sinking!
"My dear, you have much to learn. Can you hear your heart racing in terror? Can you see your pale, white face in the mirror? Have you seen the flower that blooms brighter that day in the darkest room where midnight cannot compare!?!?"
I have seen these things in my dreams...when I sleep. All of it seems so vivid as if it were happening now. Do you know my past or my future?
"Go to the mirror on the door and see if you are really there. See that your body is lying on the floor; face up, pale white but filled with no terror."
I see two blue eyes crystal like the sear. My hair is brown like the leaves on Christmas Eve. My voice has had trembles every time I have spoken. NO!! This cannot be! How can this be!? Why did you come to take my life away!?
"I did nothing to take your life away. You are your path the opened door. I was only your warning of the light near the end but now at least you can see the flower that blooms brighter than day in the darkest room where midnight cannot even compare."
I now understand. I can see it. I see Me in the light. I am the rose so very red that I can no longer die. I am sorry I was angry with you. You are just my warning of the simple truth. You tried to tell me nicely that I was dead but I as a stubborn child did not listen. I only hid myself away from the world. I now want to say thank you for the news of I passing away.
I now understand who I am, who I have been and who I have wanted to be. I am the flower who can stand over the quicksand without sinking.
MY NAME IS ROSE.
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