The Mind Reading Bee
He buzzed as he quickly circled the hive;
I nervously watched; fear held my hand;
almost as though he were trying to decide;
whether to sting me, or land.
My friend stood perched on his ladder;
propped to the eaves, he was cleaning;
swatting the bee with his hat, didn’t matter;
a ten gallon straw hat, carried no meaning.
Though I, as a target, was farther away;
something, about me, had him alerted;
suddenly I realized, I’d become the prey;
my fears, caused my faith, be deserted.
It was clear he had sized me up as a foe;
my fear was mistook for opposition;
he flew too fast; there was nowhere to go;
and, I’d failed his mental inquisition.
We all communicate in different ways;
sentience exists in all living beings;
all thoughts penetrate reality’s maze;
by thought, is communication seen.
Bumblebees have thoughts and feelings, too:
and, aren’t intimidated by what we bring;
faith waving a straw hat may bother you;
but, it’s fear that’s likely to get their sting.
Perhaps, much of nature fully understands;
that all and the Master, together, are One;
and, all energy of faith, keeps his commands;
while those who don’t, get stung.
Monty 3/27/22. # 1,040