2 Tir 1405
Quatrain 13 of 75
“Look to the Rose that blows about us—"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."”
Reflection · Summer 1405
In summer the rose's lesson is at a different stage — the petals have been thrown, the treasure distributed, the garden has received its gift. And the garden is richer. The soil is richer. Something was given here. Khayyam's rose is not a symbol of futility; she is a model. She came into the world laughing, spent everything laughing, and the garden received her treasure. This is a complete life, measured properly.
Laugh into the summer too. Whatever treasure your particular purse contains — your time, your attention, your particular way of seeing, your warmth — throw it on the garden. Not carefully, not strategically, not in installments. The way the rose does it. The summer garden is large enough to receive everything you have to give, and it will use every bit of it.