Today I rest in the blueness of a sky
graced with clouds, unhurried.
I rejoice in the honeysuckle scent
seeping into my skin, sweet
in its insistence upon bees
and their hallowed labor.
(Listen)
“There is a time,” they say, “For everything.”
A time for busying and a time for ceasing.
A time for pollinating and a time for
feasting; A time to hover and a time to land.
Enough time for loving all that matters,
Time enough to release what doesn’t.
(Let go)
If you wish to change your life, you must
learn To cradle the world between your two
hands As a honeybee with her single flower,
As a lover touches her beloved—
Tenderly, and with great desire
To feed and be fed, to give and be forgiven.
(Live)