At the edge of the firelight I lie
They shout and laugh and dance
Their shadows bend and snap strangely
The moons light feels heavy on my skin
The grass reaches up into my flesh
Connecting to my nerve endings
I feel the pulse of the roots beneath me
Then beneath my skin connections are made
Behind my eyes pulsing waves of spirals
The Great One breathes beneath me
It's exhale through the blades of grass
My own lungs  
My own eyes
Our hearts beat as one
Her laugh and mine mingle