Self-cultivation requires recognition of a need.
Attempting concentricity when one is teetering.
Did the ancients know a slower way?
Bacteria pivots course from acidic to alkaline.
Seeds are planted in rich black soil
Mycelium weaves itself like a prayer
Fueled by nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium.
We discern the fungi poisonous or not.
The terrain of one’s heart-mind requires
Integration in an open field of possibility.
There is a cultivation process as we place our offerings
On the altar of the sacred and we bow
Knowing this to be yet another in a series of cycles To recognize the preciousness of the turning of the wheel.