A Drop of Golden Honey
july 8, 2019
















A Drop of Golden Honey
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Falling in the morning sun
A drop of golden honey
Rays reflected and sparkled
A day begins in sweet reverie
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For honey knows what honey is:
I tumble slowly, no rush to be
The product of intention
From a solitary queen
Sunlights tumbles from the window
Twisting from the spoon of sleep
In a gentle bath of rays, I’m cleansed
In unspoilt joy persisting infinitely
The gift of life and will to choose
Languidly I stretch to meet
Through viscous nectar of gods
I am grounded in purpose and gravity
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xoxo, L
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a photo series with Barry Nadell