There are times in life I think my heart should die
But why does it keep on beating
The worst of my fears are happening today
The sacred place is being raped and cut down.
The cold hateful machine razor sharp
To all the bees and sweet animals
Something sacred will be gone
How sad life is for me
Yet I did capture you
A video memoir worth sharing today.
Hudley 6/11/24
I know of a place,
In my neighborhood,
Where the Goddess is.
A tall cypress tree,
Taller than a mature,
California Palm tree.
It’s tip top,
Into the heavens,
As I perceive also,
The God Attis plays,
As the fulfillment of nature.
Freedom and beauty,
As you look up up,
From a distance.
Dark sparkling perfume,
Glowing green,
Weaving and mingling,
With the wild ivy,
Filled with blooms,
Small blossoms,
Circular and pointed,
Illuminated and clothed by bees,
Humming is the swarm,
Of their glories,
Their love bees.
