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

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."

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"

Bien

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

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

Queen

Queen
To be licked
Tasted
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

Judging the moment

Sun's eyelashes
Caressing the horizon
Falling tears
Soaking the earth
Warm breath
Painting the mist
The sunlight is dying
To be lit inside

The reality of illusion

Like the light
Of a dead star
Nature had died
Long before
It met the eye.

Falling Bird

Just a rainy day
In the eyes
Of a falling bird
To be held
Within the heart
Of an Elemental

Poem of a Dying Bee

Don't cry for me human!
Out of wrong view
Your tears flow now.

Feeling sorrow
For one dying bee
Yet mourning you are not
Your own dying cells.

Vibrating within each cell
The honey bee colony is
As in your body
Cells die all the time.

With each dying cell
A new bee is born.
Continuation of the Universe.

11 Wolves

11 wolves had passed their way
The human way
To their dismay

In the deep of the woods
They are ought to stay
Far away
To hunt their pray

Wolves and Men will never share
The natures gold
The bloody pray

Now too close the pack moves in
Too close to their homes
Against men's will

Nervous fingers pull the triggers
Warm blood flowing
The wolves lay still.

(this poem was inspired by the news we heard today at school. One hunter saw 11 wolves passing very close to our school. They usually stay far away from this village. Humans dont like wolves too close to their homes. This never ends good for the wolf pack)

Searching I am

Searching for myself
I am
Times and times again
I am
Plunging into the mind so deep
I am
Finding nothing but no self
I am
In the cascades of passing phenomena
I am
Until finding myself
I am
In the pupil of your eye
I am

Vision

Through the mist
On the eyelids
Of a sleepy mind
Sculpting a vision
In a sun light
Covered with morning dew
The Spider web is.

Summer Snow

This summer smells of snow
Through the nostrils
The fleet of clouds
Across the canvas
Moving as the wind blows.

A slap of cold breez
On one cheek
Humid warmth
On the other.

The night is falling dark
A Bat against the last daylight
A fox is hunting for Geese
Anticipation in the throat.
Key locking the door.

The Shadow of Us

In the sunset

Of good bye

The day waves

Leaving the shadow

Of us behind.

WTF

Down the throat
Handful of nails
To swollow
The final breath

In the instant
Clenching fist
Blowing wind
From the South

Flying Moon
In slow motion
Accross the sky
In beholders eye

Bitter taste
Tongue is stuck
In the arising
On the leaf

Words of selfing
Made of dust
Flowing in space
Nobodys there

Bud-dho Bud-dho

Bud-dho Bud-dho
Back and forth
The handsaw flows

Bud-dho Bud-dho
The sacred sound
Chants the saw

Bud-dho Bud-dho
In and out
The breath blows

Bud-dho Bud-dho
Push and pull
The body dances

Bud-dho Bud-dho
This sweaty moment
Arises from mind

Blossom

Through the eye door
Into the field
Of consciousness
Assorted by
The conditioned mind
Feeling tone follows
Like vs Dislike
One is the winner
Happiness or Sorrow
Blossoms.

Refuge

The Body
Is the temple
For the Awareness
To Return to
On the Wings
Made of Breath