Fly High

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still…

Bee Story

Oh man ! I pity you and your plight, Learn from me if you might, You have disconnected from the flight, Of the flow of life as it might. I go from flower to flower, To gather the nectar of life, Not merely for my life, But for the future generation’s life. You have forgotten…