Nothing But the Fruit

I shall choose the ripe good fruit from this tree
For that is all I wish to take with me.

The prosperous fruit that I may eat and be,
I leave the bark, the bole,and roots to you.
For our Soul’s planted a tree through our Rendez-vous.
And although we watched it grow a-while,
I am ripe and ready to walk a new path.
So I pluck a few ripe fruits from my labour of love
Setting about my ever-moving-Journey…So below, as above.
I choose a blossom from the vine
to wear in my hair,
to know Divine, Is to know that I am.
now a step closer to all I desire.

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