Dr.
Seuss and the Wild Bee
Imbolc
2011
My
old musty book about long, long ago,
Opened
my mind about some things I know.
About
Druids and Wizards, and Sages long dead,
Then
a wild bee came buzzing and circling my head.
“You’re
looking for something,
Your
heart’s not at peace,
Your
mind is in trouble,
Your
worries won’t cease.”
So I
asked the wild bee what all Druids knew.
She
said “opposites are three, not merely two.
Three
contains magic and wisdom and light,
Seen
from the middle, both sides can be right!”
“The
Druids knew pleasure, and peace, and knew calm.
Their
knowledge brought healing, their wisdom, like balm.
Their
seeing was clear and so full, full of love,
And sun and the moon gave them peace from above.”
But
what of the Druids and what did they know?
And
what did they do and where did they go?
The
bee gave a smile and said “Listen to me,
And
I will give answers to your questions three.”
“Druids
knew cycles and seasons and change,
And
when to step back and let Gods rearrange.
And
when to be quiet, and passive, and still,
And
how to enjoy, and of life, drink their fill.
The
Bards wrote their poems, sang songs, and brought art.
The
Ovates went inward for healing to start.
The
Druids gave teachings and guidance and rite,
And
all shared their blessings by day and by night.”
Now
where are the Druids, and where did they go?
“They’re
here with us now and this you should know.
For
all are a Druid who love, live, and learn,
For
a life lived in nature, for peace they do yearn.
“Now
leave this wild bee alone for a while,”
And
she buzzed away fast, with a mischievous smile.
So I
put back my book on the library shelf,
And
sat down with a Druid who was simply…
Myself!
