Music In The Plants
As I kneel by a hedgerow wild, windswept and bountiful with buckthorn, nettles and hips
I hear a song rising from within me
Voice begins to fly out in tunes old and soulful that repeat in perfect harmony
What a trance this is, like nothing else It carries me deep into the land’s knowing
Long forgotten yet still living
I sing and sing collecting plants that with a ‘yes’ come into my surrender
Wanting to live and having their song carried into awareness of gatherers.
From Soul Land collection
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