The fairy of enlightenment on her merry way
visited the Garden, and spilled a bit of dust
of awareness; And the flowers became mindful at once!
Of their beauty, their fragrance, their importance
They rejoiced their high status and power;
Being the very life of the "State of Garden"
They saw the lowly way of the bees and flies
They riled at their abuse and their lies
Aware now, they saw the dismal, brazen bees
Attacking randomly, carelessly, selfishly
Lifting the honey without asking and gratitude
Leaving behind stings, and stamens unglued
"No more!" the flowers said and barred the bees
from their wanton pillage; Banned them
from the honey and the silky fragrance
Refused access to their fine internals!
The pretty flower in the corner, though
now aware too, like all others!
It made more honey in a flourish
Since that's what the bees did cherish
It sang happy notes with colorful colors
With a rousing scent, it opened wider and higher
To attract bees whose impulse was the purest,
To seek those who flew higher than the rest!
The flower became aware of its purpose,
of everything, of the passion of the bees too!
It did all things as before, but with awareness,
And reveled in the dance of nature, no less!
Abhay B. Joshi