Neither animal nor plant,
My true self oft unnoticed
lives just beneath the crust.
Building myself from the ground up,
miraculous primoridium,
I ripen and pierce the universal veil
with a final upward thrust.

Shaman’s sacred tool,
I will alter your perceptions.
Yet remember
that I may be deadly in deception!
At times
I shade the brow of Death,
or appear
as an angel of destruction.
Complex in my simplicity,
the closer you look
the more you find.
All of science
still marvels at my construction,
studying my effects
on body, soul and mind.

I mark the door
to the Faerie realm,
and give shape
to their dancing floor.
Throne of salientian wisdom,
my favored treasures might be
uprooted by any passing boar.

Be the change you want to see!
Remember, inversion of efforts
sometimes yields the best effects.
From elder to child,
All Our Relations are a
community to be treasured,
worthy of respect.
I will teach you how
to journey within,
and recycle your decay.
There are no short cuts
to staying grounded,
and if you would quest for Visions,
first you must prepare the way.

Pharaoh’s food, strength of legions,
My forms and functions are numerous.
I teach you how to emerge
from the dark nights of the soul
enlightened and luminous.