We arrive here 

With our listening selves 

Into the 3rd cycle

Of this journey together 

An alchemy into the household 

Of pollen 

 

A place to grow and move 

With the tide 

With our ancestors and companions 

And bees by our side

 

To create the golden nectar 

We came here to make 

To arrive in this naked place 

With nothing and everything  

 

Here 

At the place 

Where the veil grows thin 

You land here 

Along the the waypath 

Of the time spiral 

 

A time spiral 

That 

moves through the

Three sacred qualities 

 

A place to unify the 3 

through which 

we become pollen 

A pollen that unites the horizontal 

And the vertical 

The centre and the periphery 

 

A pollen that 

Moves through and within us 

To a place where 

The three veils

Unfold from 

the 7 lands 

 

From the 7 rays  

To alchemise

the world of soul

Into being 

 

Where 

The world of soul

And the language of body  

unite 

 

The place

Where we meet the interiority

Where we meet the void

Where we find our service 

 

The place

Where we

Find a resonance 

In something greater than ourselves

 

A shared place to collectively 

Create the golden nectar

A nectar that we can drink from 

Over and over again 

To feel the potentiality and the nourishment 

of the war of love 

 

We arrive here 

Into the resonance skin

To rest into the next cycle of this journey 

In the knowing that we will again transform

 

In the knowing that we will 

plant, dance, dream and drink the nectar of

The Wild Medicine Circus 

Within the household of pollen 

With bees by our sides 

 

Amata aptya amino 

Amata aptya amino