My morning with flowers

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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