Where the Honey is Stored

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Beloved, we do not have to do anything to deserve you.
And yet we are always trying to prove ourselves—
asking about purpose, looking for meaning,
when all along we are swimming in the coral reefs
of your warm oceans and tilling the soil for the next
season of waving green rye. This is the home
we have always dreamed of, the garden where we once
saw a no trespassing sign and believed it! The drill
of the mind bores down layers and layers in search
of a non-existent core. Meanwhile, a dance is wildly
unfolding just outside our thoughts. Nothing to do but love them—
these bees of the mind that buzz in summer flowers.
Quick! Run past the construction sites of the self
to the hive where all the honey is stored!
©Laura Weaver
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Thank you dear Laura for this psychologically true and deep observation. Sending love for you at your name from your mom’s friend Andrea Gould!
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