I tug gently at mycelial strands,
Falseness falls away like rough dust through my hands.
My head grows heavy but my soul is enlightened,
Making me wonder why I ever felt so frightened.
Through these strands we connect, linking to eachother through birth, life and death.
Hundreds of kilometres underneath every step,
They are under these lands, through the length, breadth and depth.
With their help, I take a big, deep breath and
Connect.