Familiar taste;
sort of like popcorn,
but without butter
and somehow...
trippier.

So much more precious than mere popcorn;

Break down my barriers of sense and intuition;
make raw my calloused mind of predisposition.

Take me back to primordial mind
before anything knew chains;
unconfined.

Please, oh please let me be a prism for the Divine
even if for a short window of time
tear down the barriers constructed by and for Mind
and once more remind me of what I have yet to lose.

Shadows sway and morph and overflow
as Shadow morphs and sits for tea;
please, oh please let me learn from this
slightly less than blissful experience
for I know that I've yet so much to learn.

I feel like all that is worth writing is lost on most who can read;
it is futile to write certain feelings and insights for I know that they just as easily arise elsewhere.
The truest of truths will be thought of by another prism.

Even so, it is best to drudge through this sense of folly
and try to reflect upon the truisms that feed away at my waking mind
in hopes that they will find a host amongst deserving minds.