Bees Swarming

My brain is on overload. My heart steady yearns for clarity amidst the noise. The future is calling me like bees swarming around honey. The time restraints that mirror my ancient age. Apparently, I don’t look as old as I feel in relation to where I thought I’d be. None of us are spared from the light from the stars which look back at us.

I’m still looking to be found. My voice is at the lowest barrow. I want to unlock my own inner jams. The more I rehearse these lines over and over – I’m waiting for the great performance. Performance anxiety is a real battle, yet staying present is a mindful formula.

Setting aside time to remember what this moment means is crucial. Air pilot reactions must die in the foreign flame. A period can no longer be the end all be all. The statement in question must be brought to the jury. My will is to testify, yes my intentions are to show up on the stand. Like The gears change when I drive a standard car – my focus must be in tune.

Whenever I am filled with the little that is left – my heart yearns for more. The resemblance to an abundance of thoughts is uncanny to nothing right beside me. We are living in the time where powers are being torn down. Structures no longer are able to maintain their foundations. The people have started a revolution! After years and years of being ignored and not seen for their actual scars – we the people have awakened.

At this point, it’s not about who’s sleeping but rather when awake, they get to the business of connecting the dots found in their dreams. The history of our philosophies is engineered by personal experiences which are then led by the examples of our fathers and mothers. Who do we blame for the pedigree of where our steps have led?

There a lot of people to point to. Everyone ain’t innocent but does that by default make us all guilty? I suppose we all make it up as we go along. There’s a whole a lot to remember and not much to forget when every experience is lived up to complete formation. This doesn’t mean it’ll be easy rather a challenge to return to the NOW. Let’s face it: The now can be freighting and exhausting – but by being present in it – our moments are longer.

Swarming buzzes in and out my ear. I don’t want to swap the life out of them. But damn, their noise is a growing pest. I’ll be damned if I’ll let them sting me, at the expense of their life. They encourage me to visit their queen – the soul of honey is at the center. As going around the honeycomb-like a bee – I’ll Be exactly who and where I need to be.