The being, has begun with

my time spent with them.

Learning their ways.

Observing their coming

and their going.

The way they take flight,

the way they touch home.

Their reactions to me,

calmness mostly.

The cluster within.

Working meticulously,

every cell the same,

assuring the next


gathering nature’s nectar

producing the golden gift

as they serve their quintessential queen.

Before it all, I sit.

A mesmerized me,

zenning in the now.

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