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
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