To the Ghost

He doesn't see me....

He. Never....did.

Took a bite of the forbidden and couldn't....

handle the truth before him.

Guess he thought the knowledge he tasted was incorrect.

It wasn't.

Same color....

Same shape....

Different....

Flavor.

Few realize the beauty WITHIN the fruit.

See our fruits, are tailored to us in such a way,

That it shows a reflection of our true selves.

Yet it provides an abundance of nutrients to overcome the dark clouds that plague our minds....

bodies....

our....souls.

Those who choose to stand and work with with their fruit, experience love, health and so much more.

Then we have the fruit hoppers. They run from what is good for them...

TO...them, continuously choosing the wrong fruit because, they don't have to face....their truth.

Wrong fruit, gives temporary satisfaction, then it's on to the next.

Spending their entire lives wandering why they can't find the right fruit.

Sadly, the right fruit, was the one that revealed their truth...

they just....hated the taste....hated the work that it took to keep the fruit.

So many return to their fruit and live a life of pure freedom...

While others continue to walk in the darkness, watching someone else enjoy their fruit.