One week later, I had a dream vision, in which I was floating on my back, in a warm yellow light
and the bees were emanating from a solar source, in radiant beams of magnetic energy

right over my head.
Like looking up, dangerously close to the source, of a powerful laser projection in deco-esque broad shafts, of golden light.

This living field energy, emanated from the source with an awe inspiring sense of power and danger and irresistible beauty.

Yet the feeling was somehow of non-separation – of the group-hive mind of existence.
The thrill and danger and raw power of THIS existence.

Finally this week, I moved the lovely hive I made
(for I think it is)
off my roof, and into the field nearby, facing a nice direction, thought I
One where you could see the sunrise over the mountains.
And at dusk last night, I went out to rub some wax,
(I ate a wad of honey comb you see)
inside the empty hive,

and got seen off by a fucking bee!

It charged at my head, bouncing off repeatedly
till I took the required distance.

We got this, it said.

Ha!

the song of existence, in its own rhythm