"Love has to be just your flavor, your aroma, your fragrance.
When you pass by the side of a rosebush, the rosebush does
not bother whether it likes you or not. Its fragrance is available
to you as much as to anybody else. Its fragrance is available
to the birds, to the animals, to the trees – and unconditionally,
without any expectation in return. Its fragrance is available
even when there is nobody present to enjoy it, appreciate it.
It simply goes on releasing its fragrance; it is its nature."
[foto via here]