yesterday [almonds for my love]

the orchard of time offered my love
to gather, ripe, a day of almonds;
sweet, as almonds are, and bitter
as almonds can be, in this duality
their very own identity, what makes
the almonds distinctly almonds
unmistakable amidst all fruits.

the orchard of life offered my love
to seed, and watch it grow, the tree
of yet more days; sweet, as days
can be, and bitter, as days are
in that duality, their very own identity
what makes each day amidst all days
unmistakable, in life.

the orchard of love offered in time
and life a consciousness; sweet
as consciousness is, and bitter
as consciousness can be, this
duality its own identity, what makes
of consciousness the ripeness
to be gathered and to be sown again
unmistakable amidst all fruits of love.

a gift, as sweet as gifts are
as bitter as gifts can be, was offered
yesterday, in a dual day, unmistakable
amidst all days, to my love.

and I know that, from this gift
my love will grow a whole new orchard
of almond trees; sweet as their fruits are
bitter as they may be, in their duality
their own, the being’s own identity –
what makes those who receive them in their
dual wholeness, like my love, unmistakably whole
amidst all unaccepted – thus, barren -
bitter-sweet dualities.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®