The black dog and the pink rose

You see a beautiful rose shying away from the wall,
A black dog barks at other  dogs in their white light
Stray dogs multiply in light,in a one-to-four equation.
The rose expands laterally in its pink folds of beauty.
Here we are,straight from a meal, from a white light,
A rice grain and  sounds of purity uttered gutturally.
We have come from  white light, in rice and sounds.

The rose hid under the leaves bobbing head up shyly
For us to look its pink face ,discover beauty and life.
It barks at other nonexistent roses just like our bodies
Barking at the bodiless ones, as sounds in a vacuum .
Bodies are just sounds , a few grass leaves and water.
They are roses near the wall, dogs growing by a light.