“See the little child that you were standing in front of you…let them see through your eyes…the feeling, seeing and hearing senses become more sensitive. This is the experience of fully reinhabiting your interbeing with the world.” ~ Stephen Harrod Buhner in Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm
This two-year-old I have summoned
is tired and sad and her tummy hurts.
She is mesmerized by dancing
plants, the tall thin cattails swaying
to a symphony and the trail of jasmine
sometimes a delicate hint and then
a full-blown punch to the nose.
The creamy white flowers, fragrant
“August Lily” Hosta plantaginea
tease with a sweetness.
There are dark shadows cast by tall
trees, mysterious and new.
A hummingbird dips its long slender
beak and then whirs off
in response to a danger signal
trumpeted by the briefly honking
geese across the lake, one
our listening hasn’t deepened enough
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