an invitation to Honey

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

 

maybe you've ruminated as often as i (or more?), on the nature of Resonance, and how it intertwines, could describe it a calling, nearing obsession, when it frames one's pursuits in life. as once you said, of the intensity and consequences, "it is what it is", the business card of ones ever seeking to be divers, not temporarily or intermittent, but rather perpetually wading, wafting, soaring, soaking, aerial or liquid, solid or star-kin plasma, states with names losing meaning when language fails to capture or convey truth in essence. 

 

so, fittingly such lyrics find composition, inviting you, my Bee, to make my chest your hive, and when with the world after busy days you've finished, you fly inside and slowly drink the nectar that our union yields, bubbling forth without limit. i'd cherish all the stings that our natures united bring, if you only share with me your wings, thus we soar, hand in hand, your legs wrapped around your honeypot, something of the cake and its eating too we've got. 

 

and as one more note to add, remember what once i said about how the nahl has its path chosen by its Maker? delineated to the letter, this is a blessing my dear, resist not the wheel(qadr) when its chosen for you the fabric of twinship, to keep warm and hopeful when this world turns its age to ice and shades of dark or absence. bi khair, iA