I am a rose bud
and in my eyes,
the search for the movement
and the flow of life reflects.

My life is not a free flow.
I am a rose flower,
covering my face in shyness.
I think of You,
of Your attributes,
and eagerly look upwards.

Holding the earth with rhythm and song,
I lose myself.

Within me, sweetness prevails,
in my sky, the moon is present.
With both sweetness and my moon,
I keep pouring forth a flow of nectar,
silently with love,
into the life of this earth.