In the world outside, innumerable people, places and things are all working together like bees.

I listen to the bees as they fly in and out of the central hive, making our work more collaborative and cooperative with each movement of a wing, with each direction of the sensors toward the nectar, toward the queen, to the production of the eggs.

The unified globules have been seen in vision as unborn souls awaiting their entrance on the stage of life. Or nascent events ready to emerge into manifestation

The wise follow the bees on the inbreathe and out breath. The events that draw all things into the hive, at sunset. The sunrise and unfoldment of flowers that draw bees to their nectar and pollen. Each day, each wingbeat, each visit, each moment the bees are seen.

I am a bee as well, made up of innumerable other bees.
I write this to leave a perceptible pheromone trail toward home.