Rising from the Lavender

The bumble bees are rising
from the lavender today.
Escaping the bush enshrouded
by the intoxicating air. Sheer delight.

They do not go very far before
they lower themselves into the
full-blown fragrance again. Hovering
above the plant and then sinking
into its openings and partings
between the branches.

If you find an aroma this pure,
this holy - stay close. Light among its
leaves and tendrils, float between
its fronds and blossoms. Never leave its
ecstatic grasp. Its nectar was meant
for you. Share it with those who will
hold it dear. Share it with those in need
of a moment of rapture and bliss.

It makes its way into you in tiny
purple blooms and the lift from
bumble bee wings.  Make room
for IT; give IT a wide berth
to eat at you slowly. You will never
be the same.