Apples, Onions, Mushrooms, Lotus

Apples, Onions, Mushrooms, Lotus

I was going to make chili one afternoon. When I checked my onions, they weren't nice. What I discovered when I cut into them was they were rotting on the two outer layers. The inside of the onions were fine. Then I got to thinking about how apples are usually a surprise, when you cut into them, while you had no recognition they were bad, you find that they are rotten. As I cooked, the poem just began to lend itself to me.

Apples, Onions, Mushrooms, Lotus

Apples rot from the inside out (1)
Onions from the outside in
Sensitives do it like onions (2)
Apples do it again and again (*3)

Nature is full of metaphors
Most we do not see
Our Social Security (*4) binds us
Beyond who we're meant to be

Mushrooms don't complain
Lotus never judge
We pass our habits back and forth
Bound in social sludge

The time is neigh upon us
When each of us can see
Who we are and what we do
in the context of reality

12/28/14

(*1) Apples literally rot from the inside out, unless you bruise them. In this poem apples metaphorically represent people who live their life judging everything around them.

(*2) People who are spiritually sensitive can absorb energy from outside influences and to the degree they own them, they can succumb to the influence.

(*3) People who are judgmental resist whatever it is they are judging and therefore keep coming back to try to work through it.
It can be interpreted as keep running into the same problems in a single lifetime or perhaps multiple lifetimes.

(*4) The term Social Security is a metaphor for being part of our social structure, our community, we become inculcated and lose site of the part we play in the whole scheme of things.