Mycelium Dreams

I breathe and the forest breathes with me

Roots whisper beneath my skin

And the pulse of the earth becomes my own

The air is not just air it's memory

Ancient slow patient memory

It hums in the stones

It sings through the moss

It lives behind the eyes of every leaf

I watch a drop of water fall

And I understand eternity

I touch the bark of an old tree

And I remember being born

I am no longer me

I am a spiral

A network

A story told by fungi to the stars

I am the rain and I'm falling through time

I am the root and the reason the riddle the rhyme

I am the soil where the galaxies sleep

The prayer of the forest ancient and deep

I am the whisper that taught life to grow

The song of the seed the river's slow flow

No edge no form I dissolve I remain

In the heartbeat of stars in the pulse of the rain

The forest exhales and I exhale too

The sun blinks in the dew like an eye of gold

And I I am still here

But now I am everything