Heart of cornucopia
I begin the great Harvest
Marching in step with Light
My soul dancing in the vastness
of Life¹s deep friendless night.
What a joy to write!
What a joy to know
All of life¹s insights
rise up within and fill the mind
with fruits of delight-
replace ego¹s might with shining light.
Fruit and flower at every hour
because the heart has burst her seems
all has become Real, filled with Zeal
God has ultimate appeal
I dive into the ocean that I feel
Great field of our inner crop
Fertile land that is endlessly sowing
in these great waves of heart¹s knowing
bulges to full maturity
born of sacrifice to purity
In this landscape, clarity
and verily, all is God¹s bestowing.
Mastery- secret process of punctual
growing
is a reward of no one¹s doing
but to find oneself there is to be
in a patch of melons, lifted up
cracked over God¹s knee, juices flowing
Pink waters of sweet deliciousness
everywhere, pouring
split open wide to reveal inner rich color one has been storing
during long hard winters of unknowing
Now- like a wine whole cultures
prepare for
one readies one¹s tools
Folds up and shelves things that waste
the gift of Time- for fools,
Picks up the axe, and heads out
into greatness
ready to harvest the jewel.
First one removes all that within is cruel all that pertains to stool- and arrives upon the spacious cave of one¹s Being, where all is rendered sweet All is cool in such a majestic haven, one finds the seventh pool.
In the midst of such utter serenity, urgency- a sense of bursting forth, one¹s Soul Bloated with nectar and mental honey Exploding with spiritual flavor For all the world to savor One is in love with one¹s neighbor and will return any favor
The time of sowing of Kings
and reaping of Queens
is seen in the eye¹s sheen-
Miracle¹s seed finds her moment of
foment
and Lives it!
Rapturous renderings rebound-
The heart is crowned!
The old kingdom of hell is downed
the fruit, the seed, the flower- finally found.
A new fiefdom emerges
from these succulent and overflowing
urges
that overcome the demiurges
an absoluteness, conclusive, definitive, that purges- inner terrain¹s stains, pains, false gains Giving birth to the white crane God¹s lila-as-game
The jewel now found as subtle jade
I turn in my spade
The bundles of wheat
Extend to the ends of continents and oceans I am the Master of my own Joyous
Potion,
That puts universes in motion
All with a drop of one Notion:
We are devotion.
Wheat, figs, grapes, olives, wine
Metaphors for the divine
Fruit is born in the mana shrine
All is miraculous
All is honey within the branches of Time.
RADHA LAKSHMI