PINK ALMOND BLOSSOMS GRACE GREEN TREES

We're pink almond blossoms on the green tree of life,
We've entered a dream world of both pleasure and strife.
The Divine Sun shines on each pretty bloom as grace,
The rains of pain also shower, upon that place,
Ripening us in good time to become mature,
Then we're both strong and brave enough to endure,
The full power of Self Realisation,
Freed from fool ego's phantom imagination.

But for that graceful blessed ripening to come,
A certain sadhana needs to be done.
From blossom we transform into worth while nuts,
Freed from doubting problems, quandries, ifs and buts.
In every nut there dwells a tasty kernel,
Pure Essence of Self, blissful Life Eternal!