Discovering Love

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How Does a Gardener Love a Rose?

 


Falling in love is a paradox in which we discover that the beauty that we cherish is a reflection of our own heart and soul.

Where do we find the 'flame' of beauty? Do we find it in the rose? To a rat the beauty of the rose has no meaning, and to a deer, a rose means only one thing: food! So what is it that the gardener loves? And how does the gardener love the rose in winter?

We find that these kinds of questions pertain also deeply to how we love one another. We find that love, like the love of a gardener for a rose, unfolds not from the object primarily, but from our own heart and soul as human beings. That's where the beauty that we enjoy is anchored, and the love that flows from it. Thus, when we find beauty in the world, we find in it what mirrors ourselves.

Have you ever discovered how this 'mirror' in our soul enriches our life? We cherish the beauty that enriches our love? We find ourselves reflected in that 'mirror.' In love we find an echo of the heart reflected back to us in countless ways. We experience love as a universal principle that we cannot escape from, and would not wish to if we could. 

Love is not something that we create, but is something we move with, and if we are daring enough, embrace in it life's universal splendor. We move with it, because nothing less makes sense.

In love, if we find ourselves to be daring> We cross the deepest motes, scale the highest mountains, take the greatest chances; and if we are lucky, we touch the fringes of heaven. How much richer can life get?

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The love story presented here, How Does a Gardener Love the Rose,  comprises three chapters of the novel, Discovering Love, the first episode of the series of novels, The Lodging for the Rose, by Rolf A. F. Witzsche. 

The free e-book of the love story contains both, the lead-in chapter, Challenging the Limits (audio), and the follow-up chapter, An Invitation to Heaven (audio 1 - audio 2 - audio 3).

 


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A Gardener in Love with a Rose?



      Ursula shook her head after Steve was gone. Her face was tense.

      "Let's have a coffee, Ushi," I suggested. I used the name, Ushi, with some hesitation. I liked the way Steve addressed her. The short form didn't belittle her, but gave the impression that she was exceedingly precious to him. I dared to address her the same way. "I'm inviting you," I added. "You may choose any place you wish, Ushi. I'll take you there."

      Rather than protesting against me using her intimate name, her face lit up. "I know a perfectly romantic spot that's not far from here," she replied with a sudden grin. "We can walk there, would that be suitable?"

      "That sound's delightful," I said. Her agreement promised something exciting.

      Minutes later she had Steve's office locked up and we were on our way.

      "I'm puzzled by Steve's last questions," I said when we were on the street again. "Do you have any idea what he is talking about?"

      Ushi smiled and nodded. "But I won't tell you. It wouldn't be fair to you if I did. Steve had asked you to answer these questions. They were meant for you. You must answer them yourself. This way we can avoid the answers becoming a doctrine. Maybe you will discover a new way of looking at the infinite."

      "I think I know what the answer to the last question is," I said to her.

      "In this case you might have discovered the key to answering all the other questions," said Ushi, and reached her hand out for a congratulation. "So you see, you don't need me to help you," she added.



      Our walk to the cafe wasn't a long one. The cafe that she had in mind was not on campus, but it was not far from it. It took up most of the ground floor of a brick building that looked old, and I might add, rather shabby from years of neglect. However, on the inside a different world unfolded. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the laughter of students. In the middle of the single large room a young man was playing the accordion. On Ushi's bidding we were shown to a small table that was neatly tucked away in a corner. The table was lit by a candle and was graced with a green leafy plant covered with pink flowers that grew in a ceramic pot. The coffee came quickly, and with it a basket with buns, covered with a cloth. It was brought to us together with a plate containing butter and several types of jam. The coffee was fake of course, roasted barley perhaps, but who cared? The butter and the jams were real.



      Ursula enjoyed herself in this cafe with a lively atmosphere. Evidently, this was her kind of atmosphere, a carefree world of optimism and friendship. She waved to several people and smiled at others and at me, and listened to the music for a while. Her faintly 'red' hair made her stand out from the surrounding decor. A light shining from an electric lantern behind her, made her hair look more brilliant around the edges so that its red hue was more visible now. It shone somewhat like the halo of an angel. I told her about it and said that it was justly so.

      She didn't reply. Some minutes later she sat up and leaned across the table and asked how I thought it was possible for one person to change the world.

      "By being an angel, Ushi," I answered immediately. That kind of deep reaching question didn't seem to fit this place of laughter and music. Or did it?

      "We can change the world by leading it out of its trap," I answered. "We can do this by being honest with ourselves about the scientific facts of the reality at hand. We can do this by being responsible towards each other. We must enrich one-another's existence and do this on a global scale. That's the Principle of the General Welfare being expressed. We must aid in developing everyone's potential to live a richer life with more vitality and power. Humanity is inherently rich in itself. All we need to do is find a way to bring these riches out into the open. We can do this by moving with what we call Science that develops the resources that we all have. This means starting a movement in thought that enables the self-development of society to take off, and our own development with it. Leadership is not a position of isolation. Principle and its idea is One. Isolation is not possible. Leadership is an expression of that One, the One that is reflected in the Universe and man to be expressed universally. We can only uplift the world by uplifting ourselves. That's were leadership begins. So, are the two of us sufficient to uplift the world? I would say that the potential exists. The Intelligence of the Universe is One. Its Mind is One. As we express this One, its Light will be felt by its illuminating the world, that is our world. We are not the source of this Light, but we should be pioneers in expressing it. We are not conspiring to dominate the world, but we do have a responsibility to honor the Light of Mind by living it. So, how many people does it take to actively express the Truth and inspire the world to step out of its rut? Truth does not need a mass movement. All the great achievements in history were wrought by single individuals voicing the Truth. So why would we think that this potential doesn't apply to us?"

      She said she would consider the two of us in that manner.

      "Actually, something has already been started today," I said quietly. "I think we have made a small change in the world today, at least towards each other."

      Here, I hesitated and blushed. "The fact is, I am in Love with you, and have been from the moment we met." I paused, but then continued, boldly, "I find you beautiful, extremely attractive, highly intelligent, caring and gentle, and so full of Life. Should I not acknowledge this recognition to you, and honor you by it? Of course I could deny all these feelings, like a good husband should, and blot them from my thoughts. However, everything that I feel for you is real. I must acknowledge that reality. In fact I can't avoid it. I can't avoid the resulting joy. I think this joy honors you more than if I was to hide my being in Love with you, or was to deny it altogether. Am I right? Maybe this should become the universal pattern. Wouldn't this help society to become more human again?"

      She nodded her head, somewhat embarrassed so it seemed. Then she grinned.

      "In this case, we have discerned an element of fundamental Principle," I continued. "Number one: It is better by far to be true to oneself, and to be responsible in all that one does, than to subject oneself to the role of being another person's property and let the other person take the responsibility to impose a rule that sets aside taking responsibility. Do I make any sense?"

      "You are moving too fast, Pete," she responded and pulled back.

      "No, I think I am moving too slowly, Ursula," I protested. "Just think about it? The required discipline that both of our marriage vows invoke is supposed to be for the purpose of honoring one-another, loving one-another, and supporting one-another."

      "I realize, Peter, that these vows contain not a single clause about property rights and the mythology of ownership of one-another as the royals pretend to own humanity," said Ushi.

      "Why should we see ourselves as being owned by anyone," I interjected. "We are human beings. We are free to be in Love, and to be in Love with one-another. That doesn't take away anything from your husband or from my wife, doesn't it? To the contrary, I think it adds a whole new dimension. All of mankind should be free to be in Love with one-another. Can't we break the barriers and divisions, and the dehumanizing ideals, on which the power of empire is founded. Those who claim the right to own and rule the whole of mankind, as their private zoo, can be denied what they demand? So, why should we bow to the notion that anyone owns us? All human beings are inherently free. All too often people give away their freedom. Most people do this. But why do we do this, Ushi? I don't know what the answer is. This kind of thinking is still new to me, but it strikes me as odd that we have imposed such limits onto ourselves that are destructive to our happiness, our honesty, and ultimately to our existence."

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From the social science and religious fiction novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche

Discovering Love

Volume 1of the 12-volume series, The Lodging for the Rose

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Chapter 15 - A Gardener in Love with a Rose?

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