Quiet

In an isle near the Seychelles

Beyond the beach's fringe of shells

April's melting water swells

the nectar in the sweet bluebells

As bloom liquid to sun upwells

it is a flowing sunup well

Its fragrant drawing smell

does for bees break winter's spell

Their frenetic buzzling in the dell

ends in quiet guzzling in bluebells.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sai Baba compares bees
to the mind.. which
is always active
until lost in bliss.

to our mother

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mythers's picture

amazing write. So very well done. :-)