Birth Ripening  

That which we embrace.
That which we shun.
That which we serve.

Assimilation…

Man's strange bedfellow,
Remaining often long in the wings,
Allowing shadow’s light to become constant,
Inviting ghost-like impressions
To enjoin one's timeless opacity of reason.

Edification reveals
Experience rejecting idleness,
Determined to share
Clover-rich bounty,
Free of any fear,
Sagacity being void of threat,
As predators ignorant
Discover wisdom unconquerable.

Sageness prepares its ungloved hands
To wave its alert,
Ready to allow hidden time to luminesce.

Discernment,
Cautious to act,
Knowing empirical reality
Must first pass through
Emotion's unreliability,
Patiently pauses.

White hot focus holds sway,
Peripheral resistance wanes,
Fractions,
Equations,
Formulae satiated,
Acceptance invites convergence.

Consciousness,
Once in asylum,
No longer struggling to be,
Stands naked at last,
Heart and mind fused,
Light embodying darkness,
Like the ever-forming oneness
Of sunrise comprising sunset

Until all that’s left is
Ripened Birth awaiting death…

And the next seeding.