do not

believe in

God because I’ve

never seen him. If he

wanted me to believe in him,

then surely he would come and speak

with me. He would come in through my door

saying “Here I am!” But if God is the hive and

the honeybee, and pollen and nectar and sun and moon,

then I believe in her and I believe in her at every moment, and my

life is a prayer and a celebration and a communion with the eyes

and through the ears. I honor her by living spontaneously,

as a woman who opens her eyes and truly sees, and

I call her the hive and the honeybee and pollen

and sun and moon and I love her

without thinking of her, and

I think of her by seeing

and hearing, and

I am with



by Fernando Pessoa