Guest guest Posted August 23, 2009 Report Share Posted August 23, 2009 My mind drones, a hive, each thought's a bee Sipping from purple fields of fragrant thyme, I fly home to comb, nectar drips through time, With amber wax and honey rippling free. My thoughts when disturbed sting suddenly! If snared by disputes that aren't sublime, Beware! my bees swarm beneath the scented lime, I withdraw, deep into my heart of nullity. The dance of bees points the path to flowers, A wise Sage points out the way to Truth, Queen 'me' has reigned for countless life time hours, But when 'me' dies, my bees all keep still forsooth. If freedom has yet to arise dear sleeper, Heed this advice from an old bee keeper. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2009 Report Share Posted August 23, 2009 ---- Original message ---- >Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2009 05:43:01 +0000 (GMT) > Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs >Subject: MY BUMBLE BEES BUZZ BACK HOME >To: > > > > My mind drones, a hive, each thought's a bee > Sipping from purple fields of fragrant thyme, > I fly home to comb, nectar drips through time, > With amber wax and honey rippling free. > > My thoughts when disturbed sting suddenly! > If snared by disputes that aren't sublime, > Beware! my bees swarm beneath the scented lime, > I withdraw, deep into my heart of nullity. > > The dance of bees points the path to flowers, > A wise Sage points out the way to Truth, > Queen 'me' has reigned for countless life time > hours, > But when 'me' dies, my bees all keep still forsooth. > > If freedom has yet to arise dear sleeper, > Heed this advice from an old bee keeper. > > reminded me of another old piece: the bee communicates to its siblings the way to the nectar filled flowers and back home to the queen's abode dancing all the way. yosy ps. thank you, alan, for the inspired poetry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 8, 2009 Report Share Posted November 8, 2009 > My thoughts when disturbed sting suddenly! > If snared by disputes that aren't sublime, > Beware! my bees swarm beneath the scented lime, > I withdraw, deep into my heart of nullity. > > The dance of bees points the path to flowers, > A wise Sage points out the way to Truth, > Queen 'me' has reigned for countless life time hours, > But when 'me' dies, my bees all keep still forsooth. > > If freedom has yet to arise dear sleeper, > Heed this advice from an old bee keeper. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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