Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
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Hi Thom. Thank you for posting this stunning video. The unexpected images and music instantaneously broke through my usual ego self and launched me into a state of reverie. And of course the poem is one of my all-time favorites--especially (though not only) due to the stanza about the beehive. Imagine if the whole world stopped and watched this at the same time...Truly some change would take place in the field of usual busy-ness. Love it. Worth 5 minutes out of your day....
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I waited until it was time to rest this evening.
Many thanks.
Ed