Her Choice
The Beloved chooses you
in every moment.
We need not choose at all,
for every choice is Hers.
The leaf is a symptom of the tree,
when it falls from the branch
it embodies every tree,
both living and dead.
That condition
is the phenomenal world,
revealing Oneness.
Let the Unknown know you,
by knowing Itself as you.
A mother sea-turtle struggles ashore,
its new laid hatchlings
will feed both sky and sea,
the surviving and the consumed
will become,
Her eyes, surfacing as yours.
Her ocean rises - let it.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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