A Ripe Moment :Share the change by SarabSri Kaur

I gazed out of the window
and noticed these lovely red pomegranates,
so ripe, so fresh, ready to be touched, waiting to be tasted.
Heavily laden hearts,
red with rage,
ready to burst,
waiting to be shared.
Sharing is a secret meditation,
The business of the souls.
As my hand reached out for the fruit,
a few tear drops rolled down the cheeks,
Because everything speaks,
everyone is heavy.
So reach out and taste,
reach out and hear,
reach out and talk.
Because sharing is a prayer.
Because it says it all.