“There’s nothing but gifts on this poor earth.
But only the wise child realizes,
after drowsing among the flowers, wasting
an entire summer of his best hours, the bees
are his earliest ancestors,
and he is their honey-loving,
venom-bearing, six-sided-dreaming, I Ching–reciting
But only the wise child realizes,
after drowsing among the flowers, wasting
an entire summer of his best hours, the bees
are his earliest ancestors,
and he is their honey-loving,
venom-bearing, six-sided-dreaming, I Ching–reciting
descendant and fellow minion of the sun”
The Honey Alone, Li-Young Lee
