May Your Harvest Ripen
Written By A Real Person
May Your Harvest Ripen
For Everything There Is A Season
Sow Your Seeds, In The Hearts Of Humans
Life is meant to be lived. If you are living well, then maybe you already understand what I’m talking about? Either way; give it some thought.
Life is really simple. There are four seasons, and each has its own uses.
Seasons
Today is the first day of spring, on a new moon. They say; that is a good time to plant your seeds. That is, if the bitter cold doesn’t frustrate your plans, or the birds eat your seeds. And given, that your planting on fine soil. Luke 8:5
Real People
Seek to find real people that are genuine people. There are other flavors of people in this world, and some of them should be avoided. Beware of butterfly’s that are really snakes. Beware of those who have too many friends. Yet, be kind; and generous with all.
Real people in this world, matter a lot. Those whom are real people, should always be taken good care of, and be allowed to live wonderful lives. It really is an injustice in life; when real people are not able to live well.
Be kind to strangers
Be kind and friendly with everyone. Be humble, yet don’t let people treat you with disrespect. Please don’t be too proud; yet, remember to be noble for you are made of star stuff.
Treat people well. Don’t be disrespectful to those, whom you don’t know. Some people have walls up, and others; are in their shells. Sometimes it only takes a kind word, to bring someone out of a dark space. You never know what person might turn out to be roses, or lavender.
Most of the weeds grow up fast, and you can sort them out pretty quick. You want to avoid those who are poison, and tend to those who are good sources of nutrition.
Kith & Kin
Been searching this world, for kith, and kin. Those with like minds, and manners. Some people seems so interesting; or at least, they once did seem so interesting. Seems the flavor has changed in this world, and some things that seem sweet, are true to be bitter.
Yet, kith and kin are those that are irreplaceable. Still to search for those who are able to understand something important. Be kind to all those you meet. You never know, who might be someone from the future, that you will come across again.
Again, real people matter. Ignore those who are fakes. They have nothing to offer and will only take from you. If you have mutual trust, respect, and love; then you have something worth having. If not, build it now. Don’t wait. The time for that, was twenty years ago. Time is running out.
Lost In The Dead Sea Of Ether
Seems, I’m in the dark; lost and lonely. Won’t you plant my seeds? It’s not that I’m a weed. However, my fragrance may not be everyone’s delight. Or maybe it is the fact these branches have thorns? Well, careful gardeners would still find a place for me, in their garden. Pull me out of this dark well, and find some use for me, that isn’t a damned shame.
Sometimes, it seems best, to keep to myself. They say: “Crazy is as crazy does.” Seems lost in this dead sea of ether, I’ve gone completely barking mad. Maybe, I should have learned how to fly first?
It may be too late to save me. These dark days, and I’ve been one acquainted with the night. The way things are, doesn’t feel like there is a lady in this world for me. One really must consider, how they should use their time, when they are alone, and not thriving; but withering. Seems the time for me to bloom has well past, and the rope I’m treading is not long enough.
Some points, are difficult to cross safely. That is the point of adventures. Isn’t it? That one may get past the danger without even a scratch. Seems twenty years of this holy terror, have left scars upon this body.
Still, someday; I might go to seed, and they would have a whole forest of my kind. If tended properly, and well cared for, it might have good results. We want good results from these efforts, and fine fruit.
Such is life. Sometimes those seeds fall upon the rocks, and sometimes a tree may bring forth life; in the most unlikely of places. Yet, it seems a bitter struggle. Yet, somehow those trees, though bent and broken; still survive in the most difficult of situations.
Closing Thoughts
Real people matter a lot. Be sure to treat strangers, kindly. You never know what people live in the kingdom, and come here to visit. Find real people to be your kith and kin. Beware of those who are false friends, and have nothing but bitter medicine.
Never throw a person away. You might find good use for each that is here. Everyone has different skills, and talents. And sometimes even poison can be useful; if used with care.
Be aware of those who think, and can use logic and reason. Those people, are a rare breed in today’s modern world.
My apologies if I’m not what I should be; everything is cause and effect. Some situations have lead me to here, and for the life of me, I’m not able to understand why life has been such a cruel mistress. Was looking for a lady.