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Prose & Poetry
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Your Sweet Devotion
My Rumi-reciting friend
You are becoming the object
Of your sweet devotion.
You drip with the same honey
That sweetened
Rumi and Hafiz’s poems.
My friend
You are the honey
Inside this honeycomb existence.
From your bright nothingness comes the taste of God.
Yes, I know you have your
moments of doubt.
But each one brings you closer
to the doubtless.
So throw caution to the wind
And dare to love
Even the bee’s sting.
- Adyashanti
My Secret is Silence
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover and a bee,
And revery.
- Emily Dickenson
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How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
- Isaac Watts
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Just as bees fly one blossom to another,
looking only for the essence of each one,
wise people look only for the essence of every person they meet.
- Katha Upanishad
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Hum
What is this dark hum among the roses?
The bees have gone simple, sipping, that's all. What did you expect? Sophistication?
They're small creatures and they are filling their bodies with sweetness, how could they not moan in happiness?
The little worker bee lives, I have read, about three weeks.
Is that long? Long enough, I suppose, to understand that life is a blessing.
I have found them — haven't you? — stopped in the very cups of the flowers, their wings
a little tattered — so much flying about, to the hive,then out into the world, then back, and perhaps dancing,
should the task be to be a scout-sweet, dancing bee.
I think there isn't anything in this world I don't admire.
If there is, I don't know what it is.
I haven't met it yet. Nor expect to.
The bee is small, and since I wear glasses, so I can see the traffic and read books, I have to take them off and bend close to study and understand what is happening.
It's not hard, it's in fact as instructive as anything I have ever studied.
Plus, too, it's love almost too fierce to endure, the bee nuzzling like that into the blouse of the rose.
And the fragrance, and the honey, and of course the sun, the purely pure sun, shining, all the while, over all of us.
- Mary Oliver
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Bees offer us the most beautiful example of community that we shall ever find,
they have much to teach us in this regard.
When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it:
the humble honeybee, our most ancient ally.
Shamanic Way of the Bee, p30
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Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt, marvelous error!-
that a spring was breaking out inside my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt, marvelous error!-
that I had a beehive here inside my heart.
And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt, marvelous error!-
that a fiery sun was giving light here inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt, marvelous error!-
I dreamt that it was God that I had here inside my heart.
- from Times Alone: Selected Poems by Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly
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