Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Bee and The Pesticides

I flew out of the darkness of my home
Into the morning Sun
So bright and warm

Spreading my buzz
Into the wet morning air
Pollen and Nectar is all I'm to wear

I fly so high
Into the vast blue sky
Bathing in the light breeze
Rushing my wings with ease

I lend on the flower
So golden so sweet
It gives me such power
To feed my Queen's fleet

I'm drinking from the flower
Unaware of its lure
Filling my body with nectar
which isn't so pure

My body falls to ground
Wings grow cold and still
My sisters will join me in the grave
The poison had made its kill

The Caged Bird

I opened the bird-cage door today
Releasing the caged bird
With golden feathers
And freckled head

I was the one
Who caged this beauty
The first day she began to fly
Flying towards the vast
Blue sky

But I caught her
In the air
Before she could reach the sky
with my bare hands
and asked the golden bird
"May I"
she answered "You may"
and I locked her
into the cage
of our relationship.

But today
After many years of captivity
Bursting out of her cage
She flies away
Into the vast Blue sky
For the very first time

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Farmers Awakening

A farmer wept one tear
in form of a bee
opening his heart
with the long lost key

Deep is the ignorance
placed behind his eyes
because of his greed
the little bee dies

"How did it come to this?"
the farmer asks in despair
"Because of my greed bees die
That is not fair!"

"I must find the way
to save the honey bees
I will turn my mono-crop fields
into bee friendly trees."

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Che's Gardening Mantra

"Seed by seed the life will start
The shining Sun will do its part.

The falling rain will do its too
So the wretched human might have its stew"

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


Shooting stars 
passing bright
In the hive 
of Sun dance

Dripping down 
the golden mead
Spreading the web 
over the Earth

On their wings 
flying high
Entering my mind 
through the light

Wax knitting soft
into the skin
Warm breath seeping
out of the hole

Hexagon cells
filling the stomach
As One walking out
the Queen is piping

Friday, November 30, 2012

Our Mother

Left naked and scarred
Bleeding into the open sky
Cold winds from her bones
Peeling off the remaining flesh
Raped by her own children
She orbits still

Saturday, November 17, 2012


To be licked
For she is
Down the comb
Laying in the spiral
Cells filling
To continuously be
In the arising and passing
Of the natural
Breath of Universe