The ache in my chest is of a bird searching for a nest, earnestly diving from one tree to another, as this has been the order.
The flock has fenced him out of where he used to call home, temporarily seeking shelter where men call a dome.
Navigating through his natural habitat he flies into a colony of bees. Mysteriously their default instinct to sting was replaced by a welcoming buzz.
Amidst this new home I fly around with the grace of a rainbow coloured butterfly. Visiting one hive and then another.
Hoping that someday their living culture is fused so much into mine that I may begin to fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee.
But surprisingly in this hive we sting not to inflict pain but inject into ourselves gene altering impartations, boosting up our essence.
What a beautiful hybrid breeding HIVE. In this hive, collectively we thrive.