Found this lovely spin via Stray Letters from the Moon…
I
do not
believe in
God because I’ve
never seen him. If he
wanted me to believe in him,
then surely he would come and speak
with me. He would come in through my door
saying, ‘Here I am!’ But if God is the hive and
the honeybee, and pollen and nectar and sun and moon,
then I believe in her and I believe in her at every moment, and my
life is a prayer and a celebration and a communion with the eyes
and through the ears. I honor her by living spontaneously,
as a woman who opens her eyes and truly sees, and
I call her the hive and the honeybee and pollen
and sun and moon, and I love her
without thinking of her, and
I think of her by seeing
and hearing, and
I am with her,
I.
The Bee Mistress – Simon Buxton’s The Shamanic Way of the Bee
Thanks Pierre…
J. Ruth Kelly 
lovely… 🙂
Ruth,
Thank yo for reminding us that spirit is in all things of nature, So beautiful on this Spring day.
Thank you, my typing above needs to be fixed. so sorry.
My pleasure… and I read it, without even noticing the misspell, as “you” :0) Have a great day Michelle. Thanks for reaching out.
This realization, like a drop of honey melting on one’s tongue, soaking through one’s body…
…filling up all those longings, bringing us home…
Home,
where poetry like bees
flutters and stings
precious fire into our skin,
flaming inward stars
as serpents awaken
and waters spin.
And spin,
spin us silent songs weaving
these bonds brewing in love…
in hope, a simmering hum of all we’ve yet to know.
Spinning us open
like the blue lotus flower
spreading petals in prayer,
welcoming the dawn.
(((((Pierre)))) you’re a feast…
So are you J. Ruth 🙂