A body is neither a limit nor a cage,
but a flower on the vine of who you are.
And those bees buzzing
all around you?
Those zoom-zoom experiences
that keep swarming your life?
They just want to
collect your holy nectar
and take it back to their hive
so they can toast you
all winter long, quite possibly
for the rest of their lives.
Best to stop swatting them away
and open your petals wide–
invite them in for a landing.
Let them suckle upon
the sweet marrow of your being,
and carry your Love to wherever it’s needed.
The flower’s surrender does not require
an understanding of where its gifts are taken,
only the loss of all opinion concerning worthiness.
Those buzzing beauties will never stop trying, anyway.
Having tasted your sweetness once before,
they are incapable of interpreting
your shrieks and karate chops as anything but
the most exuberant, holy jokes.
Oh, how they love it when you tease them so.
You should know–
all your playful swatting is just
fanning the flame at the center of their being,
reminding them with agonizing Desire
that the very nature of their existence
is a perpetual coming closer.