Honey is the better bet and I promise to deliver

But there is a difficulty in paradise ….

We love our absolutes- our particular concept of God

And the myriad other beliefs we cling to-

Giving full authority to our questionable minds.

“We are so sure we are right”

Not seeing that our thoughts are built on assumptions

That are too deep to know that they are even there.

But what to do?

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Eat the honey of not knowing

Suspend- knowing- even just a little

Owning that ours is a conditioned mind

Righteously saying, “the evil is over there”

So beware of the drunken shadow of absolutes

We can not make ourselves safe here…

It’s a rough ride on the wings of bees

Hello flowers.