Of Bees and the Sky …
There are things worthy of spending time on. There are areas of life that seemingly do not propel us further into success. I believe the world has usurped the notion of success although we may be coming back to it’s core meaning. Success is the breaking of resistance from within. Our combat with expressing our creative endeavors is necessary. Success is the overcoming of the bounds of fear.
Oh my we should be all alight
Flees and bees attack my own small space delight
Be simple sting cause not a fight
Effortless it would be to snuff their life light
Ease love the little creatures of day
See they do suckle all bright and shiny gay
And of the happy way it shall be
No matter what my elders may say today
Does the love and dance be anew
The bride of love that I did eschew
He sailor bring me back ‘fore the dew
‘eve love will carry us, me and you
Sky to my bee so delighted
Kin to my old hand the rascal alighted
Yes his color not at all righted
So doing this poem was an exercise in creativity. I could sit around and worry it to death; “Is it good enough?” I used to get all nervous about actually publishing some writings. I was trained to write in a space where whatever you wrote got fully torn apart, sometimes even from a team. There were no warm fuzzy wuzzies in the space.
Today is Father’s day by calendar. Yesterday was a great father’s day. It would be easy today to reflect on the mistakes I made. But for all my mess ups my children are more than perfect. It is a deal related to the above about resistance to art. The art of fathering cannot wait for perfection. And with that said, my best attribute with my children is admitting when I am wrong. Fathers hug the mom of your children.