2ND COURSE-HONEYCOMB OF STARS

2^ND COURSE: HONEYCOMB OF STARS

‘I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice: I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey’

                                           Song of Songs 5:1

                                             

The 2^nd course of the Holy Banquet is the ‘Honeycomb of Stars’ which is simply a metaphor for the sweetness of God. Sweetness varies in the mortal life but the sweetness of the divine life of an Ave is like honey that outlives its maker by thousands of years. It is given for free at the Holy Table, passed around in a gold plate for each Scribe present and dining to take a righteous bite from and be filled with magical delight. Hear the sage singing of his sight at the taste of this Holy Honeycomb in the 46^th Song:

                             Walking the Milky Way

                             With all men

                             Innocent as children

                             In the sweet silence of yesterday

                                                      Friday (Tree Sparrow, Passer montanus)

At the taste of the ‘Honeycomb of Stars’, a Scribe becomes filled with a surpassing light that illuminates all the corners of his ignorance, letting the Scribes see anew the beauty that abound in the world around them and be able to appreciate such intangible blessings like a ripple of water, a floating gossamer, a sleeping baby and exalt the majesty of God again and again, having come to know the worth of the grace invested in the new life given, enjoyed most lavishly in the sweetness of the divine honeycomb.

 The sage declaimed this rhapsody in the 36^th Song:

                          I never knew

                         The sweetness of sound

                         Till draped in dusky yew

                          I mimed the melody of a band

                                         La (Mockingbird, Mimus polyglottus)

The Honeycomb of Stars, eaten by world stars and majesties, is the nutrient needed to cloy in the womb of wisdom where great icons arose and to take a bite of this divine sweetness, at the Holy Table is the greatest privilege ever. The vision that follows upon its intake is the mould upon which the Sojourner’s foray in the maze of matter is cast and it therefore behooves on the Scribe to keep faith in their trek of destiny, remembering the sweetness of God in moment of thirst and aridity. The sage in evergreen adumbration sang in the 13^th Song;

                        A vivid vision

                        Cast in the coils of the crust

                        To mold my mission

                         When the world becomes nothing but rust and dust

                                                   Modem ( Verdin, Auripus flaviceps)


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