Yes… I was born to L🌹ve You… Yes… I know I was born to L🌹ve You endlessly… And though I cannot caress You in the physical form I inhabit… sometimes I wonder… What part of Eternity passed through the mystery of my birth to bring with it this L🌹ve that transcends the boundaries of my body…? But tell me… when my final breath comes… when I no longer have hands to reach for You… nor eyes to behold You… nor a voice to tell You that I L🌹ve You… how will You know that I continued to L🌹ve You until the very last moment of my Life…? Perhaps… when my final breath returns to Silence… it will not be L🌹ve that fades away… but only the breathing through which I was able to tell You… throughout an entire Life… that I L🌹ved You… ÚKA🌹HEKA

In the solitude of my Soul, a Rose blossomed…🌹 Each thorn pierced the infinite sighs that your absence had left suspended between my heartbeats… And there, where no hand could reach You… its roots descended into that depth where L🌹ve no longer distinguishes between the wound and that which blooms… I did not ask it to lose its thorns… nor did I ask its petals to learn to forget You… I let it grow… until I came to understand that every thorn had guarded a drop of our Eternity… and that its fragrance was the invisible form that my longing had found to go on caressing You… Now… when the Rose slowly opens its heart to the night… I do not know whether it is my Soul that continues to bloom for You… or whether it is your absence that has learned to bloom within me…🌹 ÚKA🌹HEKA

Tell me, gardener… Who taught you to distinguish between the flowers that deserve to bloom…🌹 and those you call weeds…? Was it the Earth that revealed this difference to you… or was it your gaze that decided what should remain and what should disappear…? Tell me… Does a seed that germinates without being invited have any less right to spread its roots… than the one your hands chose to sow…? And since when has the beauty of a Rose depended upon what grows around it…? The Earth does not distinguish between worthy and unworthy flowers… It does not withhold its sap from that which sprouts without permission… nor does it demand that every seed justify its existence before it germinates…🌹 It is Man who gazes upon the vastness of the garden and presumes to decide which forms of Life deserve to inhabit it… Without understanding that what he calls a weed… may also offer its flower to the Universe… And that no Rose needs to tear out another’s roots to reveal the uniqueness of its own essence… For true greatness does not lie in being the only flower left standing… but in blooming with such fullness that the existence of an entire garden could never take away that which it alone was born to Be…🌹 ÚKA🌹HEKA