The Harvest

The Harvest

The why for cultivating,
for planting,
for watering,

so we survive;

Reset.

Replenish the reservoirs;

Repeat.

Until?
Or simply cycle forever?

I am, we are all, a plant.
Are we not grown from a seed
sewn in the soil
of mother's womb?
The vessel designed to nourish and carry the seed
until it is ready to separate and nourish
him or her self.

Men carry and deposit the seed.

Among plants
we are
most unique
the most peculiar.

We think.
Thoughts are the fruit we bear. 

We are of the animal class
the fruit we bear is reflected by
disposition, character, demeanor. 

We organize into nations and states

Which rise and fall

Do we now not see and understand
the why of it all?

The soul, 

Our soul,
our most treasured asset.
Like any other seed,

it is planted
in Earth. 

It grows into a body.

The "dark side",
the default setting,

wants to rule the soul, 

to commandeer and control its power.
How easily we surrender. 

The dark side,

The result of going along to get along,

The result of silence

when one should protest. 

Darkness is the absence of light.  

Light is not the absence of darkness.

The harvest is coming.
The harvesters are angels,
Who will wait till the crop is mature,
strong enough to withstand
not only the trauma of being harvested
but stout enough to withstand,
understanding enough to know
that weeds must first needs be pulled up around them
right before the harvest,
which is in fact the sign
that the harvest is about to occur.

A mature plant knows and understands
the why of his or her existence;
the why of the existence of evil;
why not all plants are fruitful;
why some plants are tares.
Each after its own kind.

Contrary to what is being pushed onto an unsuspecting society,
its not a racist thing to distinguish and know
the Truth.
As that is the only thing that will liberate us
from ignorance
From not knowing.