First time beekeeper
diving into the deep end of
ancient tradition, cachunking myself–
a shiny modern cog–direct into the machinery
of the gooey web of life

Little furry bodies buzzing around my mind
bees I’m going to meet, eyes peeking out of box
flowing fuzzy body mass

When the actuality of Christs and Buddhas manifest
they do it in a renewed body of beekeepers and treekeepers–
identity spread around in collective body, the dharma body of
transcendental Reality deciding to mulch itself into material hands
doing things to renew, repair, grow, garden, a kind of reversal
of entropy, or at least making good use of entropy, like it’s
some humus out of which we sprout lotuses
the organically grown perfection
of smooth petal valleys

~ Lady

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