The fuzzy bee meanders through an ocean of yellow daisies
She pollenates each flower without discernment
The sun splashes warmth upon all willing to receive her nurturing glow
She is relentless in giving her light to all
The breeze massages all leaves and branches while combing through space
She touches and inspires movement with ambiguity
The wet blades of grass grow together to make a supportive bed
She welcomes all to play or lay upon her
I ask myself today, can I be like the fuzzy bee, the sun, the breeze and the wet blades of grass?
Can I be the indifferent love that flows within the universe?
