Fruits of my Heart

Updated: Jul 27

Like most of humankind

I am at war with myself

At times the heart wiser than the mind

At times the mind wiser than the heart

But of soul I know not

Nature has taught me about humility

Her flowers do not bloom for eager audiences

The rarest mushrooms quietly appear

perhaps only for a day

Birds of most exquisite colors hide in the thickets

Just like the soul that reveals itself in a fleeting dream

Only to be buried once more in consciousness

And now I sit with the fruits of my own heart

They are mine to bear

They too are mine to share

But just as Nature

I wish to have some just for me

Like the tree that nourishes

on its own fallen fruit

Whomever is learned

In the wisdoms of life

Will know where to find me

My greatest treasures

Are but one question away

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