This captures the essence of beautiful beekeeping!
The bees are a frequency;
The sound of the hive is a collective chant.
A temple. An Ashram. A heart. A soul.
The wax, the honey,
Liquid sun, Liquid love, Liquid light.
The hum is the oldest music in the world.
The chant was the first and will be last.
It will be first again.
Immerse yourself in their beauty.
Bathe in their buzzing transe.
Plant flowers and dance.
Harvest seeds and sing.
Open your hand and let an angel land.
A fairy is blessing you with a curious
And devoted tickling march.
Being amazed and grateful is respect.
Being loving and caring is the sound
She loves hearing coming out of your
Dont be sad for her and the world.
Be like her who gave up weeping,
Millions of years ago
And worked herself to death.
Just so that she could walk on your
Caring hands someday.
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