How many times must a honey bee fly for a spoon of its sweet creation? How many bees must work together for the golden fluid to reach its impeccable quality? How strong must a bee fan its wings to evaporate to perfection the water from nectar? It starts with the nectar of flowers. It is meant to be a source of energy, for bees. It is created with dedication, commitment, teamwork, sacrifice, passion, continuity, creativity. A spoon of honey, so simple so perfect.
With a seed, something is at its nativity. The start of an uncertain journey. No water is danger. Too much water is danger. Vulnerable hope to germinate. Nurtured by its own mother, nature. Its colorful offspring admires the sun. Its creation, unfolded over time and hurdles; From dark to light. A seed, so simple so perfect.
Flourish, I ought, with a soul’s kiss, as it feels to be like a seed in spoon of honey; The birth of a journey, one that unfolds over time, joy and hurdles, nurtured by the sweetness of intimate openness, strengthened by the continuity of compassionate commitment. A kiss, so simple so perfect;
Or, I’m afraid, only vacuity’s aftertaste.