To be, or not to bee.
That's the solar quest i am on.
Ah it's wonderful to be alive,
to be a bee in this beehive.
Ask the wild bee what the druid said,
for nothing is, as it seems to be, said he.
And i will help you unlock,
your cellular memory.
To celebrate, the wonder of being,
in harmony, community.
Listen, can you hear a hum in living stone.
Or in the ancient trees,
or deep within the cells of your own bodies.
See my dance,
entrance, my measured dance,
it's sacred solar geometry.
Come with me and behold the labyrinth,
i can lead you through.
So let's make a beeline for fields of flowers,
and pastures of plenty,
where the rivers run golden,
in the land of soya milk and honey.
Oh solar deity,
solidarity,
remember me,
i'm yr humble, fumbling,
brother bumble bee.
A mere drone alone without thee.
Oh bee-loved, oh bee-loved.
Swami sri, sri sri, habibi, sufi bhakti bee,
that's me.
Full of foible and fallibility,
but with high fidelity hum.
O great spirit, that begot and begat and spat me out.
Bestow upon me yr forget me nots,
and let me pay homage to the honeysuckle and borage.
And if my dance is well,
a wee bit wobbly.
It's probably cos i trip over my own 6 legs.
Or due to,
the high pollen count,
a drop of the amber nectar.
Or a jolly old royal jelly belly ache,
you understand.
And though i may sting myself,
in my own tail, from time to time,
and need a bit of a prod.
It's only cos i'm divinely intoxicated, oh god.
I sup from the cup and swill from the grail,
of the holy golden flowers.
To taste once again your life giving powers.
For i have slept cloaked in purple,
at the royal court of mountain heather.
Tip toed and tap danced on the fragile rims
of pale primroses and petunias.
Been tickled by stamens,
no stigma attached.
Revelled with ten thousand brothers,
in a nest of mud and wax.
Till spirit calls me home to the great honeycomb
in the sky,
in the sweet, sweet, very sweet bye and by.
No i don't need no university degree to be wise,
i know where the honey lies,
no flies on i and i.
I stamp my feet and beat my humming drum to the sun.
To the frequency of every flower, far, near or right here.
Heart beats, wings vibrate,
and oh it feels so damned good to pollinate.
And so from me the bee,
to you humanity.
I bring you gifts,
mead brimming, bright.
Just a wee dram for second sight.
Wax for your candles in the dark of the night.
And rich, sweet, healing honey.
And on these heady, halcyon days,
of foxgloves and dragon snaps.
Spare a thought for me, your busy little brother bee.
Hear me hum,
see me swarm.
And let me lull you to calm.
To take thyme out of time,
and simply be, simply be, simply bee.
credits
from Nectan's Glen,
released February 8, 2015
Arpana: Didj
Darpan: Vocal toning
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