Another one out of the journal i carried with me this summer in BC. I probably shouldn't say, but this one's about a heavy shroom trip i undertook at this beautiful beach-coast line, overlooking the gulf islands, Canadian and American. it was an absolutely gorgeous place when i saw it i told Manda that was where the shrooms were going down. and they WENT DOWN it was one of the most inwardly moving trips i've ever had. we sat up on these rocks and dropped at noon, by sun-down the tide had risen 8-9 feet and i kept on having to climb up the rocks to not be immersed in the OCEAN. it did catch me a couple times, though. i got soaked because i was too deep in thought and getting awfully sunburnt. at the peak of the trip a tiny, baby crab scuttled up to me on the rock, came close to idle and scuttled away--i wept.
psychedelic passion i've got
to get you in my pocket
got to get you weeping at the peak
bringing in the tide; the tide
came so close that day
because the ocean wanted to be with me.
the tide
got me
and got
in my mouth.
it's a sinful expression--
too holy,
too above me though i know
i'm absolutely capable of it,
of conceiving it and of
being wanted so cosmically
the UNIVERSE comes to meet me.
what life have i lived to have my soul
make me
the
ME
i know now?
in my gut, i feel temptation.
in the gut of my broken mind
i
encourage
temptation.
i appease invading desires because
i miss my soul.
i miss my wonderful memory:
it's simplistic, it's an
immaculate energy and it truly feels
all encompassing
a bit of nothingness, a bit of enlightenment.
a bit of taoist tantra.
my skin changed it's colour in the hot sun
i stayed there tied to Open Earth
and thought myself pretty
without seeing myself or remembering
what the mirror has ever said
i thought myself pretty--
my skin took to a natural golden-pink
and i felt so fastened to this land simply
because i was thinking like the ancient people.
and SIMPLY
beginning to look like them
i could see nothing man-made
from that day since i wonder always
how magestic life on this continent would be
without the intrusion of modern "civilization"
but just the land
just the natural mother like she should be.
i understand why those people worshiped the elements
of nature and spiritual nature.
i was static in body
but certainly not in mind: i was
everywhere in mind and Everywhere deeper.
i was unforgetting and patient
i was reaching dimensions:
i shut my eyes in this gorgeous place
to shelter myself
to be Nothing and enlightened
to keep myself closer to that place
to GIVE IN to earth
to the real ride of Anything
