Tuesday, January 27, 2009

the honey bee working a mystery
every piquant flower
blushes
a dance that must be learned
for innocence
to be sung
among the living
creation
the mouthfeel of the senses
the plenary arm of the universe
moving swiftly
across the void
gathering in a vortex
tunneling the umbilical cord
gushing as a thousand waters
a gavel is slammed
life on a pin prick of reality
the sting of death
swallowed whole
for birth's sweet amrita

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