To capture a bee in flight with this accuracy is really difficult. And you even captured a kind of expression in the bee's eyes... and the flower seems to be opening her petals to show something inside her in a scenery where, apparently, she is the only flower and the bee the only bee. This image is beautiful in itself and invites to observation and contemplation. Probably, all the words are superfluous, but thought tends to follow the eyes with words, the words begin a dialogue with the "reality" inside the image and what happens sometimes is that a story grows along with the eyes. This is the story that slowly emerged from this image.
EACH FLOWER HAS A SOUL
Why are you so happy to see me? - the bee asked.
Can't you see? There's hundreds of flowers in this meadow, but you chose me! - answered the flower with a big smile.
Another flower told me exactly the same thing yesterday... - the bee added.
That was yesterday... and you only met me today! And even if it is just for one day... this day is the most glorious! - said enigmatically happy the flower. I wish I could understand why... - said the bee looking bewildered at the sky.
You'll understand, when you'll see what's inside... - half explained the flower.
Aren't the flowers all the same, outside or inside? - asked the bee.
If that's what you think, then you never really knew any of the flowers of this meadow! You just stolen the pollen and the nectar without giving anything back... - sententiously uttered the flower. – Each flower has a soul but you only see petals, corollas and stamens. How can you make honey, if you don’t know the secret of the flowers? Can’t you see that honey is sweet just because the flowers are generous? When I allow you to take a drop of my nectar I’m giving you a piece of my life and soul. If the flowers hadn’t a soul the honey wouldn’t exist! Try to see with more than your eyes and instincts.
Do I have more than eyes and instincts? – asked the bee, so used to repeat always the same movements, the same actions.
You have wings and a sacred mission to accomplish… to fabricate the honey with our nectar… Or you just make honey because someone told you to do it? Or just because you and your swarm would die without it? – the flower asked.
The bee landed on the flower’s corolla, looked at her deep inside and said in a very thoughtful way: Now, that you ask… I think I never made many questions to myself about anything. Now I feel in debt with all the flowers of this meadow. You all gave me so many gifts… What did I give you back? Today I’ll make honey as a gift to all that will taste it. Tomorrow I’ll be back with a drop of your own honey…
Flowers don’t need the honey… they just need that you look deep inside! – concluded the flower.
From that day on, the honey became more sweet and clear and that bee and her companions spent more time on the flowers' petals, looking and talking as intimate partners in a great sacred task.