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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