“Sun worshipping blossom,
sacred to mothers, beyond-seeing birds,
cows, and all those that follow the path
of nourishment, of honey and milk,
and those mysteries that wear shrouds of gold
and green. The dawning bright visions
that lead away from that which has been done before,
sometimes that which has been done to death,
and towards the brilliant, irresistible peril
we take when we follow symbols etched in bark
or clouds, paths of mycelium and spiderweb,
the messages that emerge from the jumbled logic of dreams.”