They say ’my friend,
Out of the most bitter
The most toxic, scarred, deterrent, ugly plant
you can press medicine.
Dialute her, one drop in hundret
And the water pulsate on your hand
Count hundret beats
until your heart calms down
and the waves of the leaves sweep around.
Don´t go from outside
But find the source
Don’t drink from the river too fast.
There are still worlds to cross
Through future and past
Nurture yourself for this walk.
You have work to do!’
And they were right
Out of the most bitter plant
I pressed medicine
Like cures like.