What if the time was not linear
Nor cyclical
Nor dialectical
But shaped like a rose
composed of delicate tender tapestries
spiraling between center and far away
consisting of arduously woven passion
enfolding the seed of life
flush with tenderness and blushing with beauty
reaching out to the world
as life's most resplendent embodiment
and its link to the times to come?

what if the time was a rose
made of einsteinian frames
all petals of rose
a cool fragrant tapestry quilted of finest silk
exquisite
delicate
soft
flush with tenderness and blushing with beauty
through multidimensional craftsmanship
bringing the substance of life
into myriad twists and turns
and caressing the wind
as she nourishes the embodied center
and becomes the embodiment of the sublime
spiraling between the immediate and the eternal?

In the interconnectivity
In the interrelativity
In the intersubjectivity
In the interrationality
In the interemotionality
In the interspirituality

the petal of rose will expound

nourishing
flourishing
burnishing all with fragrance and inspiration

seeking the good of the next and the good of the seed
and the good of the whole
and her greatest excellence

and the universe will bloom through her

spiraling from the center and into the air

and between the seed and the frame
with invisible filaments
to weave the infinite through the incorporeal
and alight and aliven them both in sublimity

making the past and the future the present
and two poles a continuity
that the souls move back and forward through time
at the speed of infinity
on the petal of rose

and in her are made eternal and incorporeal

where timeless and time attain one another
through invisible filaments
and become life transcendent

as she maps

her infinite tenderness
and her arduous excellence
and her ethereal delicacy

in every time-shattering moment
of timed eternity
that is her essence and inspiration

upon the valves
of
my
heart.

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