Communication through Ecstasy

The hive-mind map                            Clockwise without clocks
In dancing bees knees                        Swollen sacs of essence
From one to another                           For the presence of the queen
The story of a flower                           Bursting with the gift
Treasures in the field                          Go, get the pollen
Of grass and rock                               You’ll find the payout
A field of color                                     In what you bury yourself in
Lips, blades, petals, stamen               With dust on your wings
Come back to the hive.                       It’s life itself.  

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