Naval gazing? So passé.

The Me Generation? Over.
 


That find-your-passion frenzy—

so yesterday. There’s a lifting
 


of vision now, a looking around

even for those
 


who hadn’t noticed

that outsized selfishness is dead.
 


Today there’s a tending to hives

but it’s not just bees, hives
 


and wax that buzz. Heads on our shoulders

are turning slow motion-like.
 


Thoughts hum. It’s making sense:
the rain, the breeze, the scent
 


of nectar flowers, reciprocity: the active

creative    individual    collective world
 


on the way to healing—

being one.


Source: Sisyphus, Issue 9.1: The Hope Issue, Hip Pocket Press