I wrote this, trying to capture what it is to "trip" and the somewhat chaotic, but beautiful journey it takes you on. All pathways open, and all possibilities are endless...
Empty space is what I seek.
Adrift in a vacuum, no meaning in time.
But I’ve been here since it all began…
Thoughts colliding, dividing, providing me insight,
traveling through fabrics of existence, faster than light.
Supernova burst, hyperactive energy escapes,
roiling, broiling, cosmic clouds of impossible shapes.
Inhale the aroma - gun smoke and lavender blues,
of perpetual rhythm and orbital decay,
the dawn and ending of another day.
Yet, I find myself pulled in deeper to the quickening fray.
On chaos wings, I’m pushed and pulled, no direction in flight,
but in psilocybin dreams, I swirl and twirl, guided by light.
Gently landing back to the ground,
living tapestry of lights pulse all around.
Empty space of thought sublime...
Journey ending, feeling of time, returning
burning new insights of something more divine...
