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Going Back To My Roots

Fungi teach profound lessons

in their nearness to decay

highlight necessary redistribution

their whole being is sharing.

Their fruits are given

no loss,

their capacity to live undetterred.

And in their thriving,

all other beings are nourished.

Ryokan asked,

"What is the heart of this old monk like?

A gentle wind

Beneath the vast sky."

Would he say his body and mind were like

a tender mushroom

mycelium beneath the brush and bramble?

Inspired by Lamont Dozier - "Going Back To My Roots"

Not sure why I wrote a poem about fungi? Check this out this short video.


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