How does the lowly toad fit into my life? Lowly? The Toad is the ancient lizard king of my pre-human memory. I ascribe him status in the heart of my limbic system. No, toad reminds me more of the ground, of the solid pebble core of who I was, who I am. I notice toad only when I use my soft eyes. I see the mouldering leaves. The clumps of debris, the fallen bark below the trees. Suddenly I notice a living creature nestled quiet in a gully between trunks. Breathing in, out. Miracles of miracles he is looking at me with his distant dispassionate eyes. Shamans have been known to smoke toad venom to receive visions of the Divinity. Toads are of the ground but their gaze speaks of the wingbeats of angels.
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