The Honey Does Not Say Which Flower
Dear one, as bees gather nectar from many trees into one honey, the drops cannot say 'I am from this tree, I from that.'
So many sources melted into one to become 'me' — do I forget that weaving?
📝Reflection
The honey a bee gathers from many flowers cannot, drop by drop, say 'I came from that flower,' for it has already melted into one. This lovely image lets us see our being anew. The 'me' of now came from countless sources — parents, teachers, books read, people passed, seasons lived. All of them melted to form who I am now. It is hard to pull out any one and call it 'the whole me.' This knowing gives humility. When I remember the countless hands that made me, I grow a little less lonely and a little more grateful.
🌱Apply It Today
Recall one hand that made who you are today — a word, a book — and quietly give thanks.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.
