166. Mycelium (Myshkin, 2021) · couplets

When I come to forget how to live in the flow, When I’m holding so tight that it’s hard to let go, Overthinking and judging (who else is at fault?) And the music inside me has ground to a halt, The logistics of life want attention and care, Do I go make some money? Stay here or go there? Meditation and prayer, I check off some box That my weak bond to spirit no longer unlocks. Now it’s time to call in for some magical help, And let life’s river float me like oceans do kelp. One heroic partaking of nature’s delight— White flag waving apparently won me the fight! My victorious song, through the headphones it rings There is no fucking doubt God is plucking the strings. I lay down with the pines, poked and scratched as I do I remember to thank both the old and the new.