How
busy the bee
Just
watching them
Inspires
solitude, and
Striving….in
me!
As
if they have no eyes.
Bee
eggs lying on the floor
Of
the hive
Swift
little wings folded
On
their backs—
Climbing
over one another…
How
did God find the time (?)
#3837 (4-14 2013)
Note: a nature poem: while in the central jungle of
Peru, called: Satipo the author had quite the experience with a wasp hive
(2009), undressing to go under one of the waterfalls, noticing the hive above
him to his side, that it was busy with life, and here he was ready to move it
out of his way, until he heard the buzzing…the author is inspired by the
diversity of the Taoist nature poem.
