by becky jaine (witness, historian & histologist)
she was in my garden yesterday.
i found her and realized she… she was barely moving at all.
she remained upon the flower
clinging to the center of a magically scented and ever-sweet mandala.
she came and stayed, hanging onto otherly beauty and life
while she was losing her own.
pollen adorning her legs,
material proof of duty well done on her last day.
she strengthened her grip and grabbed hold of the floral stamen
enabling –allowing– me to witness and capture her few last living moments.
i wept (and still i weep now as i tell you)
i weep for her:
this unassuming humble non bumble
intentional pollinator sentient beeing.
blessed buddha bee.
4 thoughts on “sentient beeing (a photo, a poem, a moment)”
Thank you for this bee-utiful glimpse into a special moment for both you and the bee.
Rebecca, I too, am crying for this wonderful, beautiful bee. Thank you for sharing. Xo Pagie
A lovely homage to such an essential part of life’s chain of bee-ing. What a relief that unlike your bee, most are becoming abundant again.
Very touching! Thank you for sharing this. — Joan