The Fruit

The fruit has been hanging on the tree for some time now
Each day there seems to be more and more
One day the fruit will fall into the stream and be no more
This causes angst for
I want to eat every piece of fruit on the tree
Is that wrong?
Or is it wrong that the fruit will fall and be wasted
Because the stream, height of branches, and a fence
Bar my way
Isn’t that a waste?
Or is my blindess in focusing
On all the fruit
And not on a single piece
Or the dance of its branches
The way the light illuminates the leaves
Perhaps I have already eaten from the tree
And will still eat long after the fruit has gone
The season ends
Because the true fruit is in the presence
Of the connection within each moment

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