In the Middle of this Intimacy

In the middle of this intimacy

The honey bees

Of your hearts

Sincere attention

Hover over this

Very moment;

A field of flowers

Yet to bloom.

In a patience that is

Sweet devotion,

They are carried

By a willingness to

Give their life to this.

To them,

There’s nothing else,

But the intimacy

Of this moment,

And the immensity

That calls

To “Enter In”.

The sound of buzzing

Unrelenting readiness,

Carves in them a place

So deep, so hollow

That it becomes a

Home for the

Vast Unknown.

Here, they yield,

They break and

They dissolve

Into the very nectar

That is given them to love.