Queen Bee

Too young to realize

Too humble to own it

What’s the point of being a queen if she cannot be self-indulgent 

Sophisticated in her demeanor 

Righteous in her ways

To her everyone beautiful in their own light

God made us all in his image

She owns that everyday

Never too busy to notice that starving “bum”

Never too proud to relate to the invalid who society labels as a waste of space

She always stops to help the elderly, the disabled, the blind …. If she could

Sad enough humble in her ways she also cannot do much

With what little she has, her hand of gratuity extents to everyone she encounters,

Her plan; to create a chain

One so big , it possibly inspire others to join her colony

So with each step this empress

Fights for what she believes in

Being righteous in her every move,

Striving for the best in everyone.

Wanting contentment, 

The Bee prays that everyone would be,

Just satisfied with simple possessions,

Discern a sense of gratitude for that just life,

Smile at the sun, the moon, the weather,

And be like Queen Bee.

 

Losing

People come and People go, All the time

Though, for some reason it is the ones you need the most,

They make the exit a bit too soon

Sometimes I wonder why they had to go, who knows?

Others say don’t question the universal divinity

It is blasphemous to question,

The world works in a sequence,

Even having that loss,

Everything happens for a reason

This is where we gather strength

This is how we all learn to pick up the pieces and go on

Maybe this is how we also get to relate with each other

Some day……. we all will have those days

There is no coming back

What has been done, is done.

El Finito, Adios, Au Revoir

Getting closure…..

It is time to move on.

Growing

The seed has been planted

Now…. what is next?

It is like the game of Chess

Yes, it is always fun

Make a wrong move and it may be done

It is the consequence that gets paid for being  indulged

Being a winner is always great,

But it also means looking out for everyone

The Queen protects her king

And he in return, mightily rules

Yes, but actions

They should be branches of thriving trees

Strong, together, supporting

Connected, in tune

For every action there is a reaction,

It is best to make each, a good one

Seeds

Tired, Worn out

There isn’t much left,

The feeling of desolation

Empty

A life that  has been lived

I have gained much

They are not my goals

Is this even happiness?

Or just….Desolation

Evaluation

What do I want?

To be cool like the sea breeze in a summer haze

Or the winding wind skiing down Mountainous Slopes?

Time to start a new

Time to…..plant seeds