The intelligent desire self-control; children want candy.
You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.
Inside any deep asking is the answering.
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.