The Enlightened Bumblebee
Magnificent blooms
In the garden
Establish their roots
And become a rose
A violet
A daffodil
A sunflower
Of striking beauty
But none alone are
The Flower of Perfection.
Give thanks for their fragrance
That drew you
Down this little-traveled path.
Fear not the intimacy.
Hesitate not to collect their pollen
Swollen and heavy,
Begging recapitulation
Into the honey of the purest gold.
But be warned:
Do not become enchanted with any flower.
Assign not to one position
Or one form.
It is a deceitful death
Of senseless limitations.
For there you shall stop.
Transformation ceases.
Vanity freezes you to that spot
Forevermore.
Never imagine you have defined
The indefinable
And ever unfolding
For the revelation never ends.
The door you are knocking upon
Opens slowly.
Instead
Be the enlightened bumblebee
Who ignores classical physics
That tells him he cannot fly.
He hears nothing but
The voice of God
Defiantly evident in the hum of his wings
As he eagerly delves deeply
Into the soul of each flower
Collecting only the best,
The Essence of Life,
And takes it into his home
And feasts upon it.
---unAsleep