In the patch I find
the most beautiful pumpkin.
Shaped like a compressed heart,
it is symmetrical
with a charcoal stem
orange of a desert sunset.
I will give it to my friend.
He will put it on his table
and be joyous at its splendor.
I search and search
for one as lovely for myself
but only find a crooked pumpkin
taller with less sheen.
I give the beautiful one to my friend
and he is grateful.
The next day he calls.
“I am cooking pumpkin!”
he exclaims.
My heart sinks
as I attempt to match
his enthusiasm.
I wonder,
Should I have kept
the prize for myself?
Is that my lesson?
I ask the Beloved.
A rush of joy fills me
buoyant, limitless love.
A thousand butterflies
take flight inside
as He says,
“Here is the Beauty.”
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Perfectly Lovely As Always, Lesley~~~!
Thank you Lesley. I love the simplicity of this. The gift of giving to your friend. His gift of cooking your gift for you. And the ultimate gift that the mismatched expectations bring you as they lead you to go within. It really shows how when we outflow, the Grace we receive in return is made manifold. The beauty of the Shabda flow. Thank you!
Chloe, you said that so eloquently. It really is wonderful how the simplest experiences can urge us inward to huge revelations. We are so fortunate to be learning this wonderful equation. Thank you for your lovely comment!
Magnificent!
Your poetry is beautiful.
Thank you.
Thank you, Qatana and Sally. I am so happy that you enjoyed this Halloween offering.
Glorious! You are filled with the Light.
Sending every best wish to you, Lesley!