fruit hanging on the tree ripens from tart to sweet, ever maturing & softening, becoming lushly juicy. fully ripe fruit may fall from the tree, offering itself to the passing hungry beings, to all who search for food. this is the dharma of fruit: to nourish all, that the seed inside may be carried to fertile soil to continue the ageless cycle of replication & provision. Shiva, You have given me sweetness, color & fragrance. i hang here on this branch, ripe & awaiting Your harvest in the coming time, in the season of ingathering. whether i grow on the highest branch or on the lowest is of no concern, for You see my innate potential transcending the exterior circumstances. You are the lord of trees, of the green world, Shiva, overseeing their divine gifts of nurture, shelter, ceaseless protection & generosity. in the same way, people who give of themselves without measure abide in Your protection. i am here on this branch awaiting Your harvest, Shiva, giving myself to Your service, for this is my dharma.
the seed is the flower, the fruit, the tree, existing at once in the heart's greenhouse, in that realm where time doesn't play its game, drawing things sequentially through our minds like a comic strip to amuse devas!