In the orchard of this world, ripe fruits hang
Just out of reach, tantalizing, glistening.
The fox-mind jumps and leaps to grasp the prize,
But alas the bounty remains ahead, beckoning.

From depths unknown, a yearning first draws breath,
Unconscious impulse pulling like force of nature.
Until ignites the flame of conscious quest –
Seeking the Seeker, though known not by feature.

Intense the burning, urgent the inner fire,
Each glimpse lighting the trail, leading the dance.
Passions consumed in love’s all-encompassing pyre,
Yet emptiness left by departed glance.

Many moons thus passed in veil of night,
When slowly comes whispers of ancient song
“Not in fruits ahead, but here now delight –
Surrender seeking, you are Home all along.”

Gradually quickens the gestating wisdom –
No grapes to grab, just Being ripening.
The borders of self and other grow dim,
As Union’s endless presence comes seeping.

Now only remains precious persevering
In calming all crests to still ocean floor
Life’s wellspring Source becoming, unbecoming
The boundless flow everlasting – evermore.