My eyes focus on the uneven ground before me,
squinting in the brilliantly shining sun,
scanning deep green vines for ripe fruit–
not too pink, just the vibrant shade of raspberry;
I kneel down searching beneath the leaves
for what is ripe for the picking
I am awestruck by the vision
of the sun kissing the berry
high above the rest
my heart bursts into fireworks
as I bear witness to such a sacred moment
where a deep connection is reached
over such a vast distance…
the sun’s rays softly caressing fruit of the earth.
Slowly my hand reaches for the luscious fruit,
the wind gently sways the vines,
and I pause
aware that if left, the fruit will rot on the vine,
but if I pick it, the fruit will die a noble breath…
nourishment for those who hunger,
hope for those who despair,
sweetness for those who savor the moment…

 

Namaste,
L and Muse