One in a sort of series I posted a while back I’ve referred to as communion.
Why communion? Because that I believe is what takes place between pollinators and plants – an ancient and great clarity of purpose.
A dance if you will that was already aged, the steps so well known as to become instinctive long before the first footprint of man or woman appeared upon this planet or the cry of the first human infant was heard, and in this singular clarity of purpose a way was being made for that very infant and all who would follow.
I post it anew by request after viewing it and sharing these words with another.