Earthspoken.

To be held in the gaze of a jaguar,

To be seen by ancient beauty,

To be watched,

by eyes that hold unknowable stories.

To survive,

etched in the shadows.

To coexist,

in separate worlds.

To witness the vast power of nature -

in stillness,

And quiet gratitude.

The mushroom?

time travelers.

The past, but also future.

Medicine, but killers.

Messages never meant for us.

Recyclers of rot and ruin.

Unseen, unpraised.

Yet-we need them.

But do they need us?

I cannot teach you of the mushroom. '

You must meet it.

And hope it speaks.

Reflective, Resilient

You shimmer beneath the stillness.

In a forest of green,

You are the ghost in the understory,

The breath between trees,

The quiet architect of bloom and balance.

The base of a house of cards

fragile, vital.

Otherworldly mystic beauty,

The galaxies beneath our feet.

Often seen,

rarely seen.

Rarely as revered as your houseplant,

as your potted cousins basking in windowsills,

whose beauty we name.

But you,

you spiral in silence,

a filament of forgotten light.

Mother's true rainbow,

Ends in blue.

Order, reflected

Predator and prey

Untouchable

Unwavering

Generations of age

Unchanged

As if stone does not crack,

As if trees do not burn,

As if ice does not melt.

Let us save you!

Save what?

Friend or foe?

Use thy eye-

the mountain is not still,

the forest does not have king.

Unbound

Dynamic

Evolutionary

Time brings knowledge,

does it not?