Swarming hive of huddled masses
Clings to yonder tree.
For he who parts for greener grasses
Must see that he is free.
The body cannot reach new heights
When so tightly bound.
A few must find a better site
And signal when it’s found.
Swarming hive of huddled masses
Clings to yonder tree.
For he who parts for greener grasses
Must see that he is free.
The body cannot reach new heights
When so tightly bound.
A few must find a better site
And signal when it’s found.
This is such a great metaphor. We need to be able to find “greener pastures”, not in our physical location like the bees do, but in the way we interact with the world in which we currently live. We have direct control over the way we react and deal with our everyday circumstances. No matter the inertia we have built over many years of reacting a certain way, we always have the ability to move to the greener pastures of doing what we really should be doing.
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Yes there is always more in the ascending spirals of life. Your words make think of a better home in consciousness for the body of mankind. It is good to acknowledge our parts to signal to others the better home we are finding as an inherent part of our service to others. I appreciate the better home your blog is providing.
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Bees are , for the most part it seems, guided by their connection to the universal rhythms of life. Nature, where man has not been able to trespass, is marvelous to behold; an excellent example of the checks and balances inherent in the Omnipotent’s design. That is still available to mankind if we will humble ourselves and listen. Your beautiful poem can be a beginning to that conversation!
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