Let us be grateful that the bees
Haven't left us yet
To sip the flowers
Of some less imperfect world.
Yesterday I tasted honey
As if for the first time!
Oh, and in that moment my tongue held
All the wisdom of the ages
That I needed
To take another blind step.
Tuning down in the middle of a movement
Of pulsing drone and chimes
The cavern becomes a womb
For the voices of tiny horses
And the hum of bees.
This is my journey
But there is plenty of room for your journey too.
Listen, the spirits are talking like violins now
And that is always a sure sign
That our prayers are working.
It all comes down to a dot of light.
You just have to decide whether that is
The exit or the entrance.
Then nothing.
Then worlds.
You know I am
Talking about rebirth.
(Article changed on Jul 07, 2023 at 3:25 PM EDT)
