do not pluck the rose grown wild
leave it on the vine and love it there
entice the bud to open its petals
fully gifting itself to you
breathe in its fragrance
more fully alive than any
that is cultivated in captivity
spill its fine and sweet wine
drink in every drop of it
lingering through every last quiver
however many times you spill it:
the rose grown wild is always there
more heady than any you can buy
but if you cannot love it as it is
know that if you pluck it, it will die.
— Able Boodha
