Sunday, 3 November 2013

Tea Bee in the Garden

This beat poem is dedicated to all my friends and when we manage to part the doors of our times and converse our souls as truth.  For when that Vitamin D and all else chi-positive recedes in grey cold shadows and in thought damage, and when the post-modern depression of all human souls today close in around us, there’s nothing better than to remember a smiling face, a smiling place, the playfulness of all inner and outer children, and the being of who we are…  


  1. Those bees buzzed from your lips and danced. Yes, yes, yes I saw them dance! Beautiful Spring poem.

  2. hehe thanks suzi, blessed be to you and yours :)