Everything that is true morphing Before my very eyes Waves of emotion The world dissolves Into a temporary state of nothingness A blissful existence Wandering between reality And a dream A newfound awareness Of subtle beauty A world of peace
There lies a secret, unseen, unfolded and powerful paralell dimension, burrowed in our brain. An entirely different path of thinking, which can be explored by applying cerain measures. Different paths, infinity, infinity. Gates.
I love life in all its forms I break free of social norms Back in the day of the dorms I lived with my head in my phone Nobody was home Blind to reality Stuck in virtuality A ***** to impulses that came from without Trapped in a cave during famine and drought I’d look at the sky and I’d scream and I’d shout Asking why, never understanding That the silence was the answer I am but a tiny dancer In the ballet of the stars The great atomic shuffle The cosmic rainbow truffle Showed me how little we are Showed my how to fly to mars How to view life from afar But closer than ever Showed me that I am my own Mount Everest I could strive to be the most Whateverest The most sarcastic, the cleverest But instead I decided to care To give death my best death stare Flew into the depths of the death star Found there was nothing to find So I reclaimed the dark parts of my mind I set it free Open for you and me Allowed it to simply be My mind is like a liquid It will take any shape that it fits in I no longer force it I let it course, let it flow Let it go where it wants to go Some answers we may never know So we might as well enjoy the show
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the impact of this magic is making me mellow, loving, and strong, my mind is a puzzle and im finally putting it together, piece by piece, im finally connecting these things and becoming who i am, this magic is helping me put myself together and form the best version of me. who i am, and who i hid from. this spell im under is helping me through my journey
Upon every arrival of every celestial birth, There is only one common normality. A susceptibility to an infinitesimal design, A kink in the chain, the war of our mind. This psychosomatic condition is no stranger, A rendition of life’s existence. Confinement exacerbated by poor health in the gut line, Hormonal imbalances manipulated by addictive influences. Paradigms shifting in front of awakening eyes, Psychedelic truths hidden within the tides of time, Confusion and conflict preventing expansion of evolutionary consciousness, A cyclic pattern, the sadness in all our lives. This idea is immortal and internal in the human genome, The greatest subterfuge, Amnesia
Psychedelics are a key to a doorway that opens up endless possibilities.
In between the Milky Way and the black holes Of the universe inside of this ever expanding mind Growing only to see itself ever smaller Humbled truth feels the most Adoring The fragile perfection of sparkles inside the morning dew And the mind flows in all directions and thoughts So random but in this infinite state Logic is only a string you use to control the Beads of experience and sometimes it helps And in other times you get a glimpse Of something unfathomably familiar And you know that no matter how much Blessings you gathered in life Without a contact it left an empty space Or was it there since before the beginning What DO I know in fact that cancels the Clarity of the feeling that through a sideways Glimpse I captured a snapshot of home In the strangest of places All this rumbiling cacophony of worlds Yet again fails to explain The absence of logic in something That is beyond logic for it is The meaning And despite it all Life goes on You play your part The way you must The way you feel And you still know so little Feeling the truth on the periphery
i am dripping in blankets and warm light laying here, with you in this puddle of humans regurgitated by the Earth herself i am happy to be here, with you happily decomposing rapidly recomposing my ways rearranging the staves no rest here, in the dirt with you giggling and twiddling the stars have been swimming above your sweet face, which is hidden and i am tripping on mushrooms