(...)Last night,
as I was sleeping,
I dreamt blessed illusion
that I had a beehive
inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making
white combs and sweet honey
out of all my bitterness and failures.
(...)
Last night,
as I was sleeping,
I dreamt blessed illusion
that it was God that I had
here inside my heart.
By Antonio Machado,
Spanish poet.
This idea of "all the bees" that can make from all the bitterness and failures, white combs and sweet honey.
This idea of "make something good" with all the bad that has happened to you...it´s a blessed idea.
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