My thoughts when disturbed sting suddenly!
If snared by disputes that aren't sublime,
Beware! my bees swarm beneath the scented lime,
I withdraw, deep into my heart of nullity.
The dance of bees points the path to flowers,
A wise Sage points out the way to Truth,
Queen 'me' has reigned for countless life time hours,
But when she dies, my bees all keep still forsooth.
If freedom has yet to arise dear sleeper,
Heed this advice from an old bee keeper.
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