Zeno Journal

THE ORCHARD
October 2001

Imagine a beautiful orchard, abound with trees bearing fruit.
As the sun takes his course and the weathers do their work, the fruit mature, being found in all states of development imaginable.
Some may thrive to sublime perfection, to Man and Creation’s delight - nourishing us all, thus passing on the radiant force they have absorbed in a lifetime and beyond, from the elements and age-old experience. A feast, both earthly and divine will be held at their appearance and harvest. It is the Essence bearing fruit…
Some may not grow to ripeness but stagnate, be it from bad seed or bad soil or a location in a sunless valley or a waterless fallow. Those fruits will be picked merely to still the hunger of the many, as they mainly carry the power of the soil.
Some fruits may wither upon conception, deprived of the delights of maturity. They fall un-plucked, the seed of another chance to come, soon buried by leaves and earth in a temporary grave.
They came to live on future promise and die on failings of the past. All fruits within the boundaries of the orchard have a clear and distinct end in life, although most have forgotten about it, now encaged within the requirements of physical survival - oblivious of the very seed that brought them into existence and keeps them alive after being born. This core is buried under legions of shells of personal history, leaving the skin as the ambassador of a whole array of fruity personal aspects, which form what we call the complete personal Being.
However, nothing of this takes away from the beauty of the orchard, with its boundless fertility, which only is what it is by means of the diversity and development of the fruits growing within its prolific boundaries. Every single fruit in this orchard is essential to make it a truly fruitful place…

Zeno Roth