“Engrossed is the bee of my mind in the blue lotus feet of my Divine Mother.”
Mantra – from Baba Ram Dass
Engrossed in the flour and yeast of daily life
Is how my life unfolds:
The constant round of building, making, planting, baking.
Bee-like, I busy myself with tasks
Of which my life is made.
My life. I say, “My life.” But what part of it is me?
Mind? Body? Soul?
In truth, I don’t know
The me that is engrossed:
Blue moods? Joys? Thoughts? Actions? What is left?
Lotus blossoms on the pond.
Feet on the earth. Head in the clouds. Hands worn and bruised with work.
Of what am I made?
My essence lives in what part of me?
Divine or mortal?
Mother, please tell me.
Mayne Island BC