We are not flat nor our lives a collection of linear stages to be checked off. It is a blind bending of knowing to see otherwise. We must feel it first to see, opening our inner eyes of sensing like a child of wonder. Look.... what do you see?
Roses of differing stages of a life cycle? The crisp bright pinkness of newness next to the brown wilted flower of old? And all of that which is the "in-between"? Or do you see it as a oneness? Existing together in a single moment with multiple dimensions in a circular movement, coming forth from a single stem connected to a rosebush with many other branches, many other roses?
Look.....what do you see?
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