Bee the Flute
Bee is ringing in ears Bee is drilling in shears Be ing there in Tears Be ing there for Years Nothing until I was rooted then she came in I am fluted Nada is routed Ananda is unlimited Kalakaattu Kavirayar 30th June 2025 This poem is aimed at describing the forest life where the first bamboo was made the first flute by a bee. Until that moment, Nothing could enter the bamboo until it is rooted to earth. Bamboo was full of Nothingness, whereas when the bee drilled holes for it to live in, fresh air , wind blowed in. Then the bamboo was completely filled with that breeze and a melifluous music came out of that Bamboo as it became a flute. This form of nature is worshipped as Srividya, an act of nature as divinity.