Danielle Dodge

The Wandering Rose

The room spun around me while I simultaneously froze. In one moment I could feel the sensations of the rose flowing up my spine and into my mind's eye. It bloomed; and the books’ invisible words arranged itself onto the petals, and from its petals dripped into my heart the gold codes that moments before were indinguishabled to my physical eyes. I was floating in the liminal state of the divine, beyond any space and time. Suddenly then, I understood why.