“There was a small glass vase between us, three gladioli in a few ounces of water. One of the gladioli had dropped a petal- brushstroke of purple on fine white cloth. Rinpoche drank the last sip of his tea, then… — Roland Merullo Copy Share Image
“I took off petal after petal, as if you were a rose, in order to see your soul, and I didn't see it.” — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
