Geometry of the Song of the Bees

They approach me, circle around and focus on a single point, creating an arabesque. The frequency emitted by the beating of their wings is like a song. A frequency-song that stretches out and begins to take up all the space. It envelops me, caresses me and fills me. It feels like a continuous current of infinitesimal particles pouring out, diffusing a healing power. As if they had all come here for one occasion, for one great event. Then they weave a subtle fabric that envelops everything and comes to meet me, down to the deepest part of myself, and Loves me. It is as though my whole being began to dance, began to vibrate to the sound of these chords, so fully played. I find myself becoming an integral part of the process, until I absorb it entirely, and then my transformation can begin. This feels like an experience I had never imagined. I simply found myself parachuted there, or so I thought. But my consciousness had decided otherwise, and had done so for a very long time. Everything seemed so well orchestrated, so finely tuned. Not a single flaw in this open-air concert, this concert on the scale of nature that I was about to live, that I was about to integrate beyond my own truth. I found myself fully part of the scenery, of the structure, of the inside and the outside, of everything, of nothing… Like something that cannot be described, that one does not know how to describe, that one does not allow oneself to. Like something even greater still, so delicate and so all-consuming, that one can barely open one’s eyes again, wanting so much to stay there, to remain a little longer, for time not to stop, for the experience to last, and last, again and again. And then, everything settles and grows calm. I feel this connection, so pure and without any artifice, with this golden-winged people. I connect, from the deepest part of myself, to their unconditional love, and the tears come to me.