Time flies like a fiery peregrine
infinity takes its bronze sweetened time
seeing all with the opaque eye of the terrapin.
Time is a tambourine -it has little mercy
it'll wake you from you sweetened sleep.
Infinity is the fluted buddha of compassion
the shaman of other worldly things.
In between lies a wizard placing souls in crystal ball
and shaking nightmares from their dreams.
The well intentioned walk the earth searching for the key
to unlock the treasure chest to life's grand mystery.
Some take the Ayahuasca path into other realms
to forever mince the ego within its iron shell.
One trip brings a crystal forest of angels.
The other the fractal mind of mechanical elves.
A carnival ride into a slanted room of mirrors
where seekers are seen forever looking for the self.
Jesus, the pristine, forgotten upon a restless throne
rehearsing parchment lines for the final scene...
The immaculate firefly, forever gently guiding
the faithful along the long-ragged path back home.
Categories:
ayahuasca, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
He went on an ayahuasca retreat
searching for that magical seed
to lead him up the stalk to his soul's treasury.
This white-collar fellow with money to burn
sitting before an old shaman,
who'd so much to teach and
he with so much to learn-
They quietly sipped the potion -
the trip soon arrived
on a psychedelic current
virgin constellations branding the eye.
After this ayahuasca Odessey
he told of wonderful things he'd gazed-
secret places he'd breeched...
the mind expanding to the fringes of time
where he'd kissed a gilded silhouette of Jesus Christ.
He asked If I'd like to board the next mind expansion ride.
thinking about it for a second, I politely declined.
I was concerned about ingesting a bad batch,
clashing with a brass knuckled devil
mind erosion then total mental contraction.
I'm somewhat content strolling in sundial moments
reaching for the tail of miracles void of all earthly potions.
Categories:
ayahuasca, psychological, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns.
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change
of elixired kool aid and iced earth,
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun;
To be or not to be undone.
Dangled as a charm over my eyes,
walled popularity,
that rivit ring resurrection machine gun
@A rising force of risen suns,
from the sea of emptiness
@circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed,
teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done.
Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies,
filling with bad blood,
of milk undone into channels of soured diversities.
Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden,
Mystopheles.
Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd.
Storied olde.
Waking death, rebirth, federation,
mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered
as if it depends on.
A friend, so I have heard,
fair weather turns cold.
Categories:
ayahuasca, analogy, confusion,
Form: Free verse
I traveled eons
on pom poms
like a cool breeze through palm fronds
sharp and sticky
galactic automatic
mind spastic
thoughts reverberate elastic.
aye, aye,
ayahuasca milk shakes
makes coiled snakes
elevate toward
my Kether (???) earthquake
Malkuth (?????) lacks Truth (???)
and Jah's (????) gold tooth
BITING!
delivers serum antidote
to your venom wound,
Mr. Holy Pope Christos,
The Logos is a no go holy ghost
drunk on the blood
and choking on the host.
Categories:
ayahuasca, bible, religion, religious, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
insight revealed
into my own cosmic soul
- a cup of strong brew
Categories:
ayahuasca, drink, spiritual,
Form: Haiku