WE RISING AND WAXING FRUITS
Hanging here,
We are the fruits
Of the tree
Of liberating life,
In the Edenic Garden’s
Beginning of its own being:-
However, be aware, we’re not
Of mutated, vile, apple seeds,
Nor are we as drained raisins
Hanging in the shining sun:-
Rather, we’re hued seeds
Of the melons of water
Hydrating flowing life;
Indeed, we’re fruits
Of the seeds of undying loved,
Reflected in the mirror of life:
Viewed in the eternal light
Of the sun and its moon,
Rising and setting;
Waning and
Waxing:-
Thus, as fruits of The Sower
Of the rising sun and the womb of the moon,
We too, shall have our waxing and rising equity:-