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Hey, muppet, how you doin?

It's hard.
All this fear that I'm not doing my best
and that everybody else feels
hell-bent on doing their worst
to thwart my needs as wants right now.

Let's build a new-old story together,
my lovely honey-bee.
A story of honeyed health and bees
who worship in nutritionally bountiful hives
homes and families midst a cornucopia of tribes
regenerating
recreating deep-hive meaning
co-gravitating wealth
co-arising love's purpose
becoming honeyed health.

Might this story begin with an angry
and fear-filled bee,
feeling alien from her egocentric 
and too-crowded
competing and calculating
and sometimes rabidly critical climate
beehive of a not-so-peaceful home-body?

Yes, very good.
I believe this story starts
as Time unfolds humming songs
sounding and smelling healthy honey development,
yet also,
another not-so-sweet 
angry swarming dissonant noise
upon climatic disruption-fear 
of losing honeyed treasure
when God reaches in to threaten death
and decay to all our busy bees.

Angry Bee hums climatic prophecies
like the boy who called "Wolf!"
but all day and night fearful Angry
stressing her chronically addictive need
for reassurance that death emerges
no more and yet no less dynamic
than embryonic birthing memories 
of hive wombed promise
and healthy progress 
developing richly honeyed time.

Angry Bee needs a more cooperative nappy
dreaming elated
non-segregated honey-strings
spinning neutral-acidic bifolding fractal revolutions 
of honeyed fairies 
co-arising home health Time.

Meanwhile,
Angry Bee's family and cousins
and Earth
and all Her many Tribes,
slumber cooperative economies
of divinely bilateral honey-incubators
growing double-fractal 
octave-resonant co-buzzing systems

Revolvingf landscape structures 
of dynamic bee-coming pleasure paradigms

Co-arising Earth's co-invested consciousness 
of light/dark fertile honey Time,
preparing once again
to find tomorrow's sweet together,
less angrifying fear
of living and dying alone.

In her dream
Angry Bee learns to see
Safe Hands reach back and into ego buzzing body's
Anger and Fear trauma memory,
breathing a co-passioned pause,
palms up and out rather than struggling
down and in Others' personal hives and habitats, 
while kind honey-bearing Hands
reach out and forward
rubbing Others' shoulders 
with healthy life 
as sweet co-redemptive wealth.

Is that how our story ends, muppet?

Well, maybe,
at least on Sesame Street it does.

Can you show me Safe Hands?

Good job.
Now, can we show each other some Kind Hands?

A little higher, please.
Could you do my neck too?

How about my feet?
Could you spread some honey on my feet?

All in sweetly ripe BiPartisan Time.
Patience is a virtue
and Curiosity is a full-hive addiction.

So is cooperatively owned
and managed 
healthcare honey.
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