not a fact but an unfolding…

all of a sudden you begin to realize
your efforts of attention
your gift to each sentient increment of the singing world
has landed gracefully on fertile ground
has spent a season of germination as you yourself have been seeking the light
(and finding it within and finding it          everywhere (efforts of attention))
has cracked open the limitations of the known world
and exploded into unabashed blooming
even in the deep of winter
(as the rains come sweeping through)

the seed of each moment to which you offered the fullness of your awareness
has allowed the world to be fed by its own awe
and the fruits of your labors have ripened on each tree
and they are dripping juice…