Bumble-Bee Teaching

I don't know what you see

dear Bumbly Bee

buzzing through my room

on a sunny mid-morning

dropping a tiny shit on my carpet

but for sure not...that open window

I thought

Yes that fascinates us...

how those winged-ones of all kinds so often

try the four closed windows

over and over again in stubborn fatuity

though the fifth one...

is wide open and

air and sound and the fragrance of the world

seeps in there...

Bumble-Bee:

“Well I don't know what YOU perceive

but don't tell me

YOU...do remember the window You flew in

still open

or the world whose air and sound and fragrance

still pours into this room and lingers

where you cage yourself in

banging your head

on closed windows

you look through

but do not dare to open

or: forgot how...”