A dead bee stung my foot today
Awakening me from reverie
And prayer
It ached and surprised-
Realizing this fate of flying,
This fear of letting go,
Echoes scream my name in dream-
To open up and awaken what’s mine!
I hide, and this sting-
open eyes-
screaming my name-
a supernatural remind-
To stop and listen and let go of what
Is no longer mine….
Oh king of bees, your sacrifice!
But a little thing lying in wait for me
Supremely divine