I once read that only those who can explain something with few words truly understand any given concept. The more words used, the less we understand. It’s why many spiritual teachers turn to objects such as a solitary rose as a muted form of teaching. Once we can understand the message absent language, we come to realize that language is the roadblock between us and our own recovery.
I found this poem today while going through my poetry file. It isn’t a solitary rose, but there aren’t many words.
There was a time I relied on you, Drug
Dove for your arms to cradle me in
That was the time you were comforting
Safe and secure where fear stayed out
Then was the time the light dawned
Truth cracked through introduced laws of motion
Do was the time till you’d be gone
Pain was the wall ‘cause my heart had doubt
Trust was the thing I was told it would take
Love is the prize if we don’t give in.