I am a beekeeper. I often think of what Marcus Aurelius said, “What Injures the Hive, Injures the Bee.” I was inspired to write this poem after reading a wonderful article by Demian Entrekin, “The We Generation & Why We Must Consider the Stoics Now.”
Naval gazing? So passé.
The Me Generation? Over.
That find-your-passion frenzy—
so yesterday. There’s a lifting
of vision now, a looking around
even for those
who hadn’t noticed
that outsized selfishness is dead.
Today there’s a tending to hives
but it’s not just bees, hives
and wax that buzz. Heads on our shoulders
are turning slow motion-like.
Thoughts hum. It’s making sense:
the rain, the breeze, the scent
of nectar flowers, reciprocity: the active
creative individual collective world
on the way to healing—
being one.
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Jan S says
On the way to healing with your lovely poetry
Gwendolyn says
Thank you, Ian.
Thank you, Jan
What a lovely piece. Just so.