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Winged Words
By Robert Crawford

THE WINGÈD words, they pass
Still everywhere,
Seeds of the spirit-grass
The dream-winds bear
From that heart-field to this,
Where thought as feeling is;
There’s not a seed will miss
Life, once sown there.

They pass, the faery words, In shade and shine,
As they were magic birds
This heart of mine
Gave shape and colour to,
As in the light and dew
The primal creatures grew
From germs divine.

Open Herbalism Question

This is primarily directed towards stardansr and orthaevelve, since I forgot to ask it during their workshop, but anyone else that would like to chime in should also feel free:

How does one determine if a given author on the subject of herbalism knows their stuff without having to go through each entry on a particular herb individually and cross reference it against 20 other books, especially when the bad books have a tendency to quote each other and might actually have more points of agreement between them than reputable books due to the sheer volume of crap that gets published?