Why do I stop
To smell the roses?
Why does the rose
Look up to the sun?
Why does the sun
Shine just so rightly?
The most powerful star
The most destructive force
Yet it shines
Gently enough
To feed the bloom
So the rose may grow
So I may stop
To smell the rose
What divine design
This universal force
Unites the grandeur
Of the sun
The seeming insignificance
Of the rose
The magnanimous posture
Of the human being
This pale blue dot
Within the universe
The galaxies beyond,
Why?
Why do they all
Exist?
Each day a gift
Each breath a gift
For just a minute shift
And poof, no more to live
So yes ask
Why?
And in the search
You’ll find your gift
The mighty power
Tying sun, rose and man
Divinely together
With a little acknowledgment
Your gratitude blooms
Like the rose
Your fragrance shows.
With a little understanding
Your wisdom shines
Like the sun
Your radiance beams.
So postured
Is this being,
Most fortunate
In his possibilities!
Grandest for the one
Who asks ‘why?’
For with an open heart
He shall find
His answer
In the Divine!
WooooooW!
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Atul, you took the word right out of my mouth — lovely, Philip 🙂
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This poem is filled with the aroma of divinity – supreme enlightenment. I rarely enjoy poetry but this one just turned the tables, I relish your wisdom and the knowledge of the inexpressible.
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Most kind ! Thankyou
My intention always to take the reader to his/her divinity..
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That’s so compassionate of you. This is a clarity that many lack.
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