I journeyed as Wolf to a place of power.
Not my place, but one where
Song Spirits Sprayed the Sky from Seafoam.
A healing place .. a place to salvage synergy,
and return with it.
There was a cottage there, made of washed-up sand,
shell, and sea-shaped wood.
There was a light .. so I entered.
At a table sat two Uncles, singing softly.
They never looked up as I entered,
only placed a bowl at the table for me.
It was a rich broth of fish, lush fat floating
on the surface as seaweed upon rough waters.
As I supped it began to rain softly.
Seaweed from the rafters swayed and dropped
rainbow-captured drops upon and about me.
One after another, as the drops landed upon my skin,
they burst into flame – liquid fire burning through me.
I continued to eat,
having known such experiences from many lifetimes of such work.
The Uncles then spoke together:
Then sang me a song of healing.
Their words revealed a sky-pool, from which a ladder descended –
heaven and earth became connected,
spirit and mountain wove,
serpent and sea-eagle screamed.
At every location where water-fire bore through my skin,
knowledge of a medicinal herbs wormed into my blood,
and burst upon my brain.