In the gently falling
snowflakes
of the gloaming
morning light,
I feed the bees
of winter.
Listening,
ever listening
for the hum
that comes
from their
core of being -
community -
the hive.
For it is nothing
if it is not a collection
of all the cells of
a large Bee SELF.
Each bee a
molecule of BEE.
For, what is hive
if not
the gathered sense
of an “I” among the many.
Bees expanding and
contracting between the
one BEE and the ALL.
The space between
each bee
nothing more than a
sign of the hive’s
own breathing
BREATH.
The space between
each bee
the dark matter membrane
of existence
UNITY.
This, leads me to ask, “
did Buber
raise bees?”
“Hummm.”
Merry Christmas,
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