The root is rooted
The seed is sown
The fruit is borne
The acorn is no longer dreaming of the oak
It's time
Sleep has slept
Tears have been wept
The circle of longing has closed
Enfolding fulfilment
It's time
Painful questions have met their answers
Simply vanished into thin air
People walk full-bellied
Savouring the answers to their prayers
It's time
The wave to ride is no longer empty
Hundreds can be sited joyfully surfing its white crest
Rest has been liberated from the worn
Healing heaped upon the torn
It's time
Time
The present moment has inhaled the past with all its learnings
And breathed out the bud of the future ----------------------------
Flowering
It's time
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