Honey in Motion

It's an elegant exchange.

Nectar
sweetens on petaled lips,
as welcome
to the gardens 

on this floating world.

::

Borne by the wind
in selfless motion,
wings lift 
through the intimate light.

Images reflect
through a thousand eyes
looking for Tastes 
that will please.


Called to those wild flowers,
that grow
where their seed
is drawn,

I felt a little vulnerable

in that opened space,

noticing how a new discovery

creates waves
on the Lake of Mind.

It was then I understood
how the pulse
within all life,
matched the cycles
of nature's perfection.

Waving to the clouds 
above me,
I fell in love
with the beauty 
below.

I knew that all flavors of nectar
are fuel for the flight
and that I was learning..

Learning
from all
great teachers
about 
Life.

~Garudafire Poet Story 2012