Being as Fruit

[Guest guest]

At the end of Fall,

Sitting in a park,

In front of this last tree,

That has kept all its yellow leafs.

 

The sky is blue,

The sun a dot of yellow paint,

The wind wakes up suddenly,

And takes away all the left golden leafs,

Like so many birds flying away, all at once,

In a living symphony of Ripeness.

 

Who am I in all that?

The tree?

The leafs?

The wind?

The magician observing the dance of ripeness?

The cosmic fruit?

 

I do not know,

But for one moment the tree was simply flying towards the sun...

 

Antoine

[Guest guest]

Beautiful, Antoine! What a wonderful, powerful image in that last line!

>Antoine <carrea

>

>At the end of Fall,

>Sitting in a park,

>In front of this last tree,

>That has kept all its yellow leafs.

>

>The sky is blue,

>The sun a dot of yellow paint,

>The wind wakes up suddenly,

>And takes away all the left golden leafs,

>Like so many birds flying away, all at once,

>In a living symphony of Ripeness.

>

>Who am I in all that?

>The tree?

>The leafs?

>The wind?

>The magician observing the dance of ripeness?

>The cosmic fruit?

>

>I do not know,

>But for one moment the tree was simply flying towards the sun...

>

>Antoine

>

>>All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

>perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and

>subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not

>different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the

>nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present.

>It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the

>Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of

>Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome

>all to a.