Look how desire has changed in you,

how light and colorless it is,

with the world growing new marvels

because of your changing. Your soul

has become an invisible bee. We don't 

see it working but there's the full honey comb!

Your body's height six feet or so, but 

your soul rises through nine levels of sky.

A barrel corked with earth and a raw wooden spile

keeps the oldest vineyard's wine inside.
When I see you, its not so much your physical form,
but  the company of two riders, your pure-fire devotion

and your love for the one who teaches you;

then the sun and the moon on foot behind those!

~ Beloved Rumi ~ 

An Invisible Bee