Dance

pirouette

amidst the blooms as

vibrant sunlight streams on through

illuminating dull endeavours

into joy

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Take a seat, there, upon the path, beside the Granny’s Bonnets. There’s a buzzing, sound coming from amidst the sunlit flowers. There’s a bee – you know there is, even if it remains hidden from sight. You strain your eyes to spot it, to see it dart from bloom to bloom.

The damn thing has got to be in there somewhere!

Patience.

You just need to have patience. Calm you breath; calm your mind; calm your spirit. You’ll catch a glimpse. In time.

For now, just exist in the moment. And the bee will do the same.

 

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