Jamil:
Where dost thou dwell, O’ queen of bees, Â
In silence, yet so deep, so free? Â
Is it by crown, by power’s hand, Â
That thou dost lead this sacred land?
Queen Bee (Buzzing softly):
Ah, Jamil, not by crown nor might, Â
But in the pulse of love's own light. Â
In the heart of the hive, I take my place, Â
In every breath, in every grace. Â
I sip from nectar, time's own brew, Â
A labour's gift, both old and true. Â
In each drop, a secret calls— Â
A dance where soul and silence fall.
Jamil:
And what is this dance, where truth is spun, Â
In each beat of wings, in the rising sun? Â
Is it love that shapes the rhythm you keep, Â
Where all things wake, and none shall sleep?
Queen Bee:
Love, like honey, doth life bestow, Â
In its flavour, light, a dream aglow. Â
The workers glide—each step a prayer— Â
Their wings are whispers, soft in air. Â
In every pulse, no greater, none too small, Â
We rise, we fall—each answer calls. Â
Is it I, who reigns in quiet sway, Â
Or the hum of life that leads the way?
Jamil:
A hum of life? Can power be so pure, Â
In a rhythm silent, yet so sure? Â
Is’t the heart, or crown, that holds dominion, Â
Or is there something beyond our vision?
Queen Bee:
Power lies not in the hand that reigns, Â
But in the breath that sustains, Â
In unity's pulse, in silence deep, Â
Where hidden truths in stillness sleep. Â
The hive, a mirror, a universe wide, Â
Where every cell and pulse collide. Â
In creation’s hum, we rise as one, Â
In the sacred dance, all hearts are spun.
Jamil:
The dance of One… I feel it, too, Â
In every breath, in every hue. Â
But where is the throne, the crown of gold, Â
In a world so humble, yet so bold?
Queen Bee:
Seek not the throne, nor crown's bright light, Â
For in humble steps, shines divinity's might. Â
The soul of the hive, the heart of song, Â
Is the truth eternal, where all belong. Â
In love’s embrace, no power is sought, Â
For in each hum, the truth is taught. Â
In the smallest grace, the Divine will dwell, Â
In silence, where all truths swell.
Jamil:
And what of the path, the way to glow? Â
How dost one dance, and truly know?
Queen Bee:
In rhythm’s hum, in love's sweet breath, Â
In unity’s dance, we transcend death. Â
Each step we take, each breath we draw, Â
Is sacred song, eternal law. Â
In honeyed light and grace unspoken, Â
The chains of fear are swiftly broken. Â
In every soul, in every mind, Â
The dance of the One is all we find.
Jamil:
So we dance, not by force, but by grace— Â
In every step, we find our place. Â
The hive, the pulse, the hum, the song, Â
In this, we rise, and we belong.
Queen Bee:
Yes, Jamil, in love’s embrace, Â
All is One, and all is grace. Â
The Queen within, the song of time— Â
The truth of life, in every rhyme. Â
Embrace the dance, the sweet release, Â
In the pulse of love, find peace. Â
For in this hum, in every heart, Â
We are One, and never apart.
Jamil:
In humble joy, in silent prayer, Â
We rise as one, in endless care. Â
And in this truth, this dance so pure, Â
We find our light, and we endure.
Queen Bee (Faintly humming):Â Â
So hum, so dance, in love's embrace, Â
For all is One, and all is grace. Â
The Queen within, the heart of song, Â
The truth of life, where we belong. Â
In every soul, in every mind, Â
The eternal dance of love we find. Â
In unity’s rhythm, we shall soar, Â
In love, in grace, for evermore.
The Hum of Unity 05/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain