There will never be global peace We will never all be ripe enough Mature enough Awake enough ...together
The arduous journey to ripening To peace, to love To fulfill the ultimate destiny Must be done alone
I love strawberry trees They tell this story well The budding of consciousness The flowering of consciousness And the ripening of consciousness
All on the same tree... At the same time...
Budding consciouness Remains closed and hard While flowering consciousness Dances with the birds and bees And the heavy, ripe fruit Of mature, awakened consciousness Waits to be devoured To spread the seeds Of peace and love and joy