A book of surprising depths and strange twists, it is more of a journal filled with lyrical poetry, haiku, free-verse, animal stories, and the tails of strange bugs that rose up to get a word in. Infused the essence of Hafiz, Li-Po, and Lao Tzu, it has just a touch of the absurd and metaphysical to make it interesting. The spiritual fragrances that flow freely through this work are beholden to no religion or special way. It is about the rejuvenation of the spirit, with a pinch (or two) of the bizarre just for seasoning. It is a shamanic romp and a poetic festival passing through Scarborough Fair with roaring pipes and echoing drums, and many dancing mice to keep things honest.