It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into
ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can
rise again, invisibly, inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We
wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden
hive of the invisible.
Rainer Maria Rilke
2 comments:
Beautiful! I arise today and read this … see this image and greet today with an expanded sense of wonder and possibility🙏🏻🧚
Wow! That is precisely a vision that I had in my rites during Solstice: that we are here to fill ourselves with our interconnected love, sunshine, moonbeams, starlight, soul-deep pleasures, and holy abandon, so that when we return to the Earth, we are feeding Her with all the sweet light of our decades of honey gathering.
May all our gatherings be delicious.
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