sequel of the untold

The untold stories

Where do they live? Where are they in your body?

How is it that you walk in the woods and your body is distinctly,

clearly,

subtly,

yet loudly,

communicating back and forth

How is it that the energy shifts as i walk along the path?

Something changed

I can feel that huge gum on my right,

turning towards me,

its massive aura directed, engulfing mine

Talking silently, whispers carried in the wind

Yet it is on another level that the exchange happens and the dance begins

I am made aware of my feet above its roots,

sending their energy up,

letting me know where i am

Where i am in relation to them

We are meeting,

we are in the meeting as I walk barefoot

I am linked to the mycelium of this specific area,

linked to this cluster

I feel it distinctly

a succinct change, precise change

In how my system more and more is linked

and has expanded into the vastness

of the neural mycelial network sphere

I breathe interconnected

I breathe interdependence

I am welcome

I have been granted permission to remember.

I have allowed myself to drop and melt and listen

to what was by divine birthright always on offer

The gift of the woods

I continue walking,

the breath of that gumtree still dancing,

lingering, tingling,

tinkling in my heart

While my feet feel the extension and the lengthening of our connection

Stretching golden yellow light highways,

immediately adjusting to the movement,

to the form of my next step

as i move forward along the path .

Adjusting, linking to other central parts of the mycelium beneath

Anchoring with my heart and with my womb,

with my bodies into the mycelium around and above

The untold

The mycelium is wise,

it is vast and wide,

it is mysterious,

Mystic

The untold

It interacts quietly,

opens me up to the deeper layers

Mycelium strands dna

Dna and all of the untold

In my mind: Is this what epigenetics is?

In my heart: I am here

Walking through this wood

And

I can feel the forests and the different continents,

ecosystems,

clusters,

specificity,

diversity,

I feel the different lands, the different mood, the different times, the different light.

In my heart i feel the interaction with the forest

Within a different body, within a different story,

within all those different lives

Interconnected

We are interconnected and i feel the exchange

The joy, the tears, the lives,

so much honor

The medicine, the poison, the shelter,

the teacher, the walking aid, the unconditional friend,

the bud

The loud and soft whispers

I begin to see

in front of me the geometry, the shapes, the codes

Begin to hear without hearing,

the ancestral dialogue,

the guidance, the advice, the secrets,

the magic, the embrace, the celebration,

the mourning

I feel the ripple of sound touching my skin

the hair on my naked arms,

Resonance of song, of sound, of vibration rippling through me

The long lost memory

Ancestors, oh my ancestors

The untold

All your joy and the sorrow

Your lives, you love, your pain

Your beloved forest, beloved waters, beloved earth

All of the untold

opens up in less than a breath

less than a heartbeat

Like a balloon filled with water explodes.,

the content soaking and running

All of the stories, all of the untold

The untold covered, lingering, forgotten,

covered in mud and decay rotting,

decomposing like the leaves on the ground

Yes, death is a big part of the untold

and birth is too.

And oh I feel it all

All of the untold

About how close we were with nature

how close we were to the mountain

and the rivers and the lakes

The untold,

now uncomfortable, yucky, sticky, guilty,

outcast and ashamed

All this time all of the untold

And i was longing back for something i didn't even have the words for

Oh the untold

To remember

I am of the forest

It runs in my blood

I am one with the mountain

It runs in my blood

I am one with the waters

this is my blood

I love you country, I love you country,

I love you beautiful, beautiful, beautiful country

The untold,

The heavy heart,

the rolling heart,

the roaring heart.

The untold offering itself patiently

Offering the invitation to remember

You,

You, who walked before

Your connection is in my blood

Your sacred prayer is in my blood

Your life in union with the cosmic and earthly mycelium

it too, screams and shakes and sings

and sighs

And drums and beats louder and louder

uncontrollable

in sacred trance

Within my blood

Your song runs through my tissue and bones

Oh yes, the untold

All this heaviness

A patient beckoning

to remember me

by remembering you

What we are made of ,where we come from, and to where we shall return