My eyes are fractal fibonacci with mouths on my feet that drink from the roots up. Summer is sacred here. Bees and butterflies tickle me with their song and we talk about what is happening across the forest. They tell me stories of the mushroom people and how the dryads are extending their branches to keep their multi-specie families well and protected. Each time they visit they take little parts of me back with them; you call it pollen, we call it soul pieces. It gets digested, used as nourishment and alchemized into nectar and honey. How sweet it is to feed the whole forest with a single kernel of me. 

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My favorite is when the night chills, water molecules join hands to sing in circles called dew. The droplets are like magnifying glasses, expanding and bringing into focus the granular networking of what you call leaves and we call pathways of feeling. My blossom helps me connect with the Others, but my leaves help me connect with myself.

I can’t go out and see the world like you. Eventually no one comes. The days grow longer. I find contentment in taking in sun rays and moonbeams. I feel myself becoming more cosmic as day turns to night and summer fades into fall. My body is changing now. I am less supple than before and my golden hair is starting to turn fuzzy white. I feel like a globe of antennae that sends my vibration outward. 

One day a big storm comes. The raindrops are huge and messy, like Father Sky is weeping a deep grief. The winds blow hard; I can’t hold on. A gail comes so strong splitting my body in half, sending hundreds of pieces of me in a million directions.

I feel myself land, scattered in many places.The sun comes out, peeking behind clouds, drying the soil. I am starting to lose consciousness and connection to who I was before. All I know is that I am seeded here. 

It is like I am frozen in time under frosty blankets. I do not hear from anyone. I do not sing, feel or talk. Everything goes dark. For months and months. It is all blank so I sleep and dream, sleep and dream. I dream such a long dream that I was once something before that resembled the sun. Forgetting.

In one dream, I dreamt without sight. I could feel I was in a dark cavern, my body twinkling like stars in the night sky. It was warm and moist; I could stay here forever. Then just like that, I shot out of my body, this force catapulting me through the cavern until I reached this incredible light. I thought, “Maybe am I dying?” Then with a wave of realization, I knew…I was dreaming awake. What I thought was astral projection was really my rebirth.

-I am a wild dandelion

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