Deep in meditation, I went on a pilgrimage to the center of my heart and arrived to the garden of million roses in bloom. As the flowers opened their petals in unison I saw Her, a clear, vivid vision of a fair and graceful Goddess appearing in the middle of the scene.
My mind wondered: “Could this be real?” but Her beauty and loving presence were compelling enough to erase any doubt even from minds of the most devout disciples of reason. She left me no choice but to trust my own vision.
Through the sea of soft petals She walked towards me and sensing my worries planted a single red rose into my heart. “Are you sure?”, I asked, still riddled with doubt and insecurity. “Are you certain my heart can handle this deep red passion? Am I not more of a pale pink or quiet white kind of a person? Well meaning yet emotionally restrained, maybe even a bit cold?”
Knowing me me better than I knew myself, with Her mere presence She assured me the color of my love was indeed the reddest of the reds, as red as fire and blood and garnet and lust. My confidence started to grow and my heart expanded with gratitude, taking in Her beautiful gifts.
“You can go in peace now”, She said and greeted me with a small kiss. The vision of Her and Her glorious rose garden faded away and I returned from my journey calm, fully knowing that my heart can grow and sustain the deepest, warmest passion my mind can imagine and my body can take. I am healing and moving forward one blessing, one magnificent vision at the time.