77.) If A Ripe Sunfruit . . .

If a ripe sunfruit, which has many seeds

And segments and rind, was as a day

Then I might know that a day had

An outer skin – needing to be peeled away

If I was to come at that day’s rich nourishment.

I might know, also, that below the rind

The separate pieces of this day’s fruit

Would need some careful pulling apart

To truly assimilate into consciousness

All that was there, that was for my growth.

And the seeds in the sunfruit – what were

They, in a day, if not drifts of thought

Caught and digested, buried here inside

For the hidden extension of them within me

To sprout, at some later date, into springs of

New ideas, changes of actions, and identity.

If a day was as a ripe sunfruit then had I 

Hope for today and surprises in my tomorrows:

My days were not plain, they were each one

As mysteries only waiting for their treasure

To be opened, discovered and fully partaken of.

And I reached for the ‘fruit’ before me and I saw.

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