Disciple: Describe God.
Master: Describe the fragrance of a rose.
Rose,
If tenderness were a scent, this is what it would smell like.
If separation were a scent, this is what it would smell like, plucked and five days later.
Rose,
If grace were a scent, this is what it would smell like.
If innocence were a scent.
The rose smells like a kitchen waiting for guests.
The rose smells like longing.
What about love?
Surely, it smells like love.
Yes,
And death.
The rose is a fragrance even in its nonexistence.
Disciple: I found it.
Master: If let-go were a scent.
The fragrance of a rose
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