The mushrooms listen to symphonies of their own,
Songs composed of bold strokes,
Shaking up spores and calling to an atmosphere,
A world away.
The underground earth encloses a million mysteries,
Of roots and fibers,
An incubation in the darkness, waiting for the rains,
Hoping for winds,
With ritual dancing and hypnotic heartbeats,
Calling the sacrificial bodies into the elemental air,
And, casting off their flesh,
With regards to nothing,
Except the wild celebration of renewal and spreading life.
V. Castellanos – August 2018