Honey of Rhododendrons

Валео Лученко
Apis dorsata labiosa.
Lives in the Himalayas.
It stores its honey on the burrowing rocks.
The honey of rhododendrons.
Hallucinogenic honey.
Trans-personal experience lovers are ready to pay the twice price for it.
That`s why the most courageous Sherpas gather it
showing no fears of neither the world's greatest bees nor altitude.

You tried the fly mushroom, holotropic breathing, and LSD.
You desired to look into the cracks of the Asgard gates.
Would you like some green tea with the honey of rhododendron
or you might have enough honey of the scalds' poetry?
I still remember they're your distant ancestors
and close relatives of yours.

Take it to the tip of your tongue.
Half a  spoon.
Spread it on your palate.
Hold your breath.
Listen to the beating of your heart.
Feel it slowing down.
Sip some cuddly herbaceous astringent drink.
Oh. Hooh!
A fast lift flew.
Ninety-ninth.
One hundred and eighth floor.
And then a clear roof,
like a film of the lake with infinite blue water that passes into a dark blue.

These transitions, reincarnations, the olivine waters of the North.
The island, where glaciers and underground fire created another reality
and people learned to live in it.

Why don't we live in the Paradise?