Karmic Fruit
The wind is still and peaceful, yet
A stirring, Holy writ endures;
While higher truths are written,
Awaiting that which faith secures.
As karma plays its melody,
Ethereal message true, assures;
Swelling wider, growing there,
Creating a ripple near its heart;
Swelling wider, growing where
The seedling had its start.
And souls, endeavoring harmony,
While seeking higher truths,
Bask within a realm created,
Sowing certain, dreamlike fruits.
Their destiny whispered softly,
And they alone, sought to hear...
While a stronger fusion stirring harshly,
Unveils its lowly, impious yield.
Ignoble mortals crave the meaning
Of barren harvest in the field.
Though toiling, unfair truths, all seeming;
Ungentle karmic fruit revealed.
That tortuous force appealed, reminds them,
That higher truths remain concealed.
Copyright © 2004–2006, C. Lee Gaines (Rose of Ireland)
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Bravo dear poet. 
