amidst the blooms as
vibrant sunlight streams on through
illuminating dull endeavours
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!
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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