cacti fall within the proximity of stone mandalas
where I heard of the automatic lung
and the galaxy
whose descendants took flight
and tangled

adding another to the collection... do you have bluebell woods (Endymion nonscriptus)? Our ancient woodland turn blue for a week or two in May - flowers like a haze of smoke over the ground and a scent that is intoxicating. Bluebells, grow in other places and people's gardens but it is usually only in the older woodlands that they hit the intensity that is so transcendent.....do you know the nursery rhyme/children's game "In and out the dusky bluebells"? - walk through a bluebell wood and the Faerie may come and take you away.....

Bluebells

Honey poured and smoking
Blue through the trees.
Breathe, if you can.
A scent so physical
It hits like a door.
Beyond ‘aroma”, beyond ”perfume”
That bluebell experience.
You taste, you feel,
You sense with all your skin.
Breathe, if you can,
This essence of spring under fresh oak leaves

And I breathe while I can
For that bluebell haze could hold me
Safe through all the summer,
Wrapping my heart in wild garlic,
White anemones, the sunlight drops of celandine

For summer is coming
In a snowfall of hawthorn petals
Leaving me hungering for that cool spring morning,
And summer burns friendship away
Like the flower-smoke of May.
Long crowded summer evenings
Of other people’s picnics and laughter
And a single pint lingers through the twilight
Until, alone, I follow the bats home

If I survive this beautiful season,
Find me in the autumn as the leaves fall.
If I survive this beautiful summer,
Call me

Gordon MacLellan, May 2008