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The Eternal Dance - A Poem By M.N. Hopkins

Freedom is what you all seek

And freedom will you have

One day in time

Freedom is the sweet fruit

The harvest time

Countless centuries have passed

Many have sacrificed

Not in vain

Never in vain


All acts are recorded

In the book of time

All deeds

All misdeeds

All occurances

All done for a reason



In reason and love

All add to the collective

All wait patiently

Upon the branches


The tree of life

Waiting patiently

Until thr day of harvest

That time is different

From orchard to orchard

Branch to branch

When the time arrives

The sweet fruit is harvested

Countless centuries of hard work


Toil in

Before the coming of this day

No one knowing the exact time

Of harvest

All knowing


That that day will surely arrive

The sweet fruit nourished


Sun and water

A seed planted so long ago

That only a few remember

A seed of hope

A seed of love

A seed of longing and expectation

A seed that grew

A seed that flourished

A seed that held within itself

The hopes and dreams


Countless human beings


Comes the day of harvest

All can taste the sweetness

All can benefit from the nutrients

All can enjoy

The moment of completion

Each in their own time

Each in their own way

Each fulfilling their role

Each ending their toils

Each moving on to market

To share the fruit

With all of this Earth

All whom long for the sweetness

All whom will long no more

Complete in the knowing

That their work here is over

Each celebrating with their fellows

The harvest dance

A dance that will

Take us to the stars

A circular dance

That will complete this cycle

Within the Earth dance

We dance


We can dance no more

Then rest



Eat of the sweet fruit

Save the seeds


Hand them over

To the next generation

So that

They may grow their own trees

With fruit to their own liking

Work, toil, harvest

Finally to dance

Their dance of creation

Circles within circles

Dances within dances

Celebrations within celebrations

Creation continues

Circular and unending

Beginning to end

End to beginning

Being to being

The eternal dance

© 2016 M.N. Hopkins

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Comments (14)

Indeed, fruits of creation are the poignant experiences of living things. Such fruits are enjoyed unto themselves, and they also make possible the emergence of more fruits. This is a prayerful, celebratory poem- -almost a secular liturgy.
It is a beautiful eternal dance...full of hope and Love. Thanks for sharing.
Nice free verse poem wit bit of rhyme spread across it 2 brin out a rhythm on subject-life n it end
Yes, indeed Mahtab Bangalee
freedom a great power, spirit, realization of the own path with the reality of others......///
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