I STARE AT THE SUNFLOWERS IN LATE AFTERNOON ON MY EVENING WALKS, THE FLORETS SPROUTING FROM DEEP YELLOWS TO BRIGHT REDS ALWAYS SEEM TO WHISTLE WHILE THEY GOSSIP AFTER CAMOUFLAGING THEMSELVES WHEN I TAKE A CLOSER LOOK, “HELLO CYPSELA, HOW ARE YOU THIS AFTERNOON?” THEY GROW QUIET, SHY, CURIOUS TO MY TOUCH, “HUMAN MAN WE SEE YOU EVERYDAY BUT FOR SOME REASON WE’RE INTIMIDATED BY YOUR WARMTH!” A LONG LAUGHTER ECHOES THROUGH THE MYCORRHIZA’S TELEPATHIC TERRAIN. I PICK ONE UP AND HOLD IT CLOSE TO ME, “I HAVE A WIFE, ®️ THAT’S SICK, ‘BEDRISEN BEAUTY’ IS WHAT I CALL HER EVERY MORNING TO WAKE HER FROM HER SLEEP.. SHE CARES FOR ALL OF YOU DEEPLY, THAT MUST BE HER WARMTH YOU ALL FEEL RADIATING THROUGH ME.” I TOOK THE FLOWER WITH ME AND CARRIED IT IN A SMALL POTTERED VASE. BEDRISEN BEAUTY I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE MADE.. THE SEEDS OF YOUR BODY SPREAD THROUGH GRAVITY, WIND, WATER, ANIMAL AND BALLISTIC DISPERSION, HOW BEAUTIFUL AND ORGANIZED YOU HAVE MADE IT. UNFORTUNATELY NATURE HAS GONE ILL BEING CONNECTED TO YOU. WILD MEDICINE I FOUND THROUGH ROOTS I SOURCED FOR YOU, IN HOPES THE LAST TIME I SEE YOU WAKE YOU WILL HAVE MOVED ON THROUGH THE PISTILS, STAMEN, AND PETALS — WITH ALL PAIN DISSOLVED IN THE BODY YOU ONCE LAID IN, BECOMING WHAT YOU ALWAYS WERE WHICH IS MATHEMATICAL PURITY FOUND IN NATURE’S GESTATIONAL WOMB SPROUTED FROM THE BEGINNING.