WOVEN PINK ROSE copyright by Michael Forbus THERE IS A WINE IN CHILE THAT TASTES LIKE LIQUID RUBIES. THERE IS A LIGHT COMING THROUGH THE TREES THAT IS A SHAFT OF DIAMONDS SPARKLING LIKE THE LIGHT IN A LOVERS EYE. A PATH EXISTS THAT TAKES THE TRUE BELIEVER TO THE DESIRED DESTINATION. A POOL EXISTS THAT CLEANSES ONE OF ALL FEAR AND BAD DEED. THERE IS A WOVEN KIMONO THAT IS OF SILK THAT DRINKS PURE WATER FROM THIS POOL AND COOLS THE WEARER IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY. THERE IS THE SCENT OF SANDLEWOOD WAFTING ABOUT THE SLEEPING QUARTERS CLEANSING THE AIR AND THE ROOM. THERE IS GREEN TEA, THAT WE SHARE SIPPING FORM ANCIENT PORCELIN CLOISINE CUPS, MADE BY A BLIND MAN. THERE IS A UNIVERSE OF MULTICOLORED PETALS OF CHYRSANTHEMUMS STREWN ABOUT BENEATH YOUR FEET OF SATIN. THERE IS A BAMBOO SLIDING DOOR THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO OPEN AND BEFORE YOU, WILL BE A FUTURE YOU CANNOT IMAGINE. YOU ARE FRIGHTENED ALTHOUGH LAUGHING. AS THE SANDLEWOOOD BURNS, SO DOES YOUR FEAR. WRITTEN BY MIGUEL