The scent of the ripening fruit

THE SCENT OF THE RIPENING FRUIT

Isn’t amazing
And quite mysterious
This tendency 
To take a stand
To defend a position

Behind it
A feeling of vulnerability?
or a nameless contraction
That I do not want to see

Old habit
To retreat
To hide behind a certain stand
Hide oneself
Where?
From whom?

After all
I am myself
And in a way
It’s all within me
Intimately
It’s all me

You as well
Intimately
Within me
As me

One breath
Seamless presence
Single Beingness
Infinite minds

Like an orchard
So many trees

The scent of the ripening fruit

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


*