Amanita, Maiden Bright-
Guide me with grace through shadowed light.
I call to you, the Crimson Muse,
And forward emerges the parts I’ve refused.
I see you dance, red cap aglow.
I follow your steps, playful yet slow.
Your intricate network roots me down deep,
And stills all storms I used to keep.
You hide among moss and flirt with the rain
That washes me bare and strips me of shame.
Your touch dissolves my restless pace.
You carve out silence and open space.
Within your gaze I find release.
This tender ache, this budding peace.
Your scarlet crown, your playful tease-
Pulling me into wholeness,
From fragmented to complete.
As I attune to your ancient hum,
I come face to face with who I am meant to become.