Ever since I heard of that honey-laden hive,
I’ve had a bee in my bonnet,
a brain-itch that can’t be scratched.
A nagging thought that I must have
forgotten something vital – misplaced a key,
unable to remember where I left it.
Thus, have I been for my life’s better part
unable to pay the world my full attention –
reluctant to make its necessary choices.
I don’t believe in choices anymore.
I believe in karma and compulsion –
to obey or ignore their urgencies.
The Avatar of the age has come
to guide, instill and accentuate
yet another compulsion – the blood-deep
burning need to know who I really am.
O child of God, follow that bee
back to the honey in the rock.