Bounty

What are the seasons of the soul
the subtle equinoxes of unveiling?
They are the ancient echoes of heritage
resounding with the quakes in the stillness
and we hear them intently with our heart
that lures us to look , feel, breath and be
all that drifts like clouds in the sky.

When our spirits know that treasure
of fertile furrows within the mind
even in the night we are rich
by listening to nature’s harvest call
from bond of being to our earthen cradle.

Then all the pearls creation can yield
get sown into our consciousness and thoughts
we no longer just dwell upon a ground’s coil,
but embrace so intently all the mystical power
rising like wisps in the magic of celebrations.

What beauty comes into our brain
during the harmony of senses and the unseen
to spread the wings of deepest probes
so we gleam all the blossoms that reside
among the many forms of gardens in life.]

It is to stand in stillness and truly feel
the time or reaping grow by its calendar
not just of fruit from a day
for it grows so more within our mind’s eye.

This is the bounty of the soul
a never ending expanse of clarity
where we cull the produce of inner meanings
out of every acre in essence
that they have sprouted.

Of love and sensual communions
we slowly strip away the garments
worn more as dark prejudices
until we are at last clothed
by those incredible discoveries
able to take us beyond the obvious
into the chasms of light,
finding in the ritual often tossed away as arcane
some truly amazing flame ,
which burns with all its spellbound sight.

Finally standing with eyes fully open
becomes the gold that is ceaseless
and transcends life to richer textures,
more peace and splendor,
others missed on their way to traditional glitz