the quintessential fruit of summer.
On the brink of harvest
in the heat of morning sun.
They sit patiently
Do I accept the invitation?
There is nothing like fresh fruit
the burst of flavor on my tongue.
The dark stained hands
from the fleshy bells.
On my chin and darkened my tongue.
The fruit is not forbidden
or only for the chosen few.
Only to those who happen to
look up at the sky
that there’s more than
meets the ordinary eye.
There is some effort.
I must confess.
Before you can savor the
reward of your labors.
It takes the body to the edge
just beyond reach.
With added vigor and strength,
I can reach what I desire.
It is now in my grasp
and my body relaxes and breathes.
Sighing as I place the dark bell into my mouth.
Yes, I’ll save some for later
and share the bounty.
But right now this is just for me.
This delicious reverie is mine to savor.
So I do.
Not caught up in agendas, past stories or future thinking.
Just the blackberries
The offering and
Me the willing recipient.
And I am filled with awe and gratitude
for the fresh delectable flesh.
I touch the tree’s bark
and look up in the branches.
There is more than enough for everyone. For the birds, the insects, the squirrels and me.
All sharing a Thanksgiving feast.
The tree accepts all and turns away none.
Is generous and sharing to all who visit her
and enjoying her gift in her presence is the true gift.
Published by Healing Insights with Jen
I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
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