What I Am, Because Of The Bees

Everybody's clothed
Everybody's naked
Everyone's a paradox
It's obvious and blatant
All of these analogies
Of you
Of me
Of everyone
That is to be
They're all metaphors
Of what I really think
Of me
I'm coming to terms
With what this is
With what I am
Who is this
This is you
Everything I see
This and that
Of all that's bee-n
It's all my consciousness
Of reality
Can I bring this out
To the front of my mind
And translate my thoughts
In to real time

More than anything
I'm struggling
For this and that
Revealing me
My head is hurting
My soul is yearning
To emerge from the depths
Where I've buried myself
It's cold underneath
Where I've placed myself to be
My soul is braced
Awaiting a further path through eternity

A slow path to release
My thoughts that form me
For sure we call this life
A path to learning me
Ahh but life is not about
A mountain or birds or bees
But very much more than these
Life is ultimately
About becoming me
And becoming whomever that I may be
By way of
The mountains
The birds
And of course
Those honey making
World changing
Love making
Pollen taking
Bees

Why
I do believe
That life must bee
What we've referred
To
As
The Bee's Knees