If the Rose can live
in each moment
unfurling its petals
to catch the morning light,
alone and unburdened with hope,
unchained by belief or dogma
without gods,
without history,
without judgment ...
Then we, too,
we could live in this morning
as the world unfurls around us
when a sea of sunlight rises
and spills over mountainous
bedsheets and spreads outward
in a widening wave
washing over the floors
clearing a path for us
to navigate through
whatever brief storms
we meet
in this swirling ocean of time.