From within the Hive
I offer
Honey and warm propolis.
Within the Dark folds of time and
The murmerations of wing;
wild comb is forming at the edges.
Spinning nectar;
the elixir is made,
together;
one and the same.
This path of pollen
is as old as time;
it weaves the primordial pattern
And generously pours
from an eternal cup of reciprocity.
Each thread woven- a homage to
the Bees and their teachings;
a love letter to the divine.
So that
you may be wrapped
in love-
evervescent-
in protection-
luminous-
in connection-
irridescent-
in light-
holy
we intertwine.
