Mugwort & magic

I don’t want to make something

I want to find it

I want to flow

I want to hear

I want to listen

I want unearth what’s below

I don’t want to be fed

I want to birth

I want to birth sky

I want to birth clouds

I want to birth forests and flowers, mountain and mounds

Flow in the breeze brought forth by the sun

I want to shine in the flects of the granite and salmon run,

To sip of the winking waters

The ripples that pounce

The undulating surface

makes chaos denouce

Open me up to be tuned by the bellowing wind

Or the musical play amongst the wind and the trees

I want to dance to the tapping of the falling leaves

To stand in the silence of the falling snow

Which only you can hear if you care to know

Cycles of life butter the pan

making taste better what’s from sea and from land

Breath of the forest formed into dust

The heaves came down to bring new life for us

Accept what you can

Fall forward

Fall fast

Let go what you cling to

There’s new things to grasp.

Peace will befall

When we answer the call

So stop what you’re doing and move to trustfall.