I’ve gone beyond drifting @ this point
Body left behind after this Joint
No longer seeking escape
I’m flying
Flying through multi-coloured mindstates
Pellucid in this Farscape
Metaphysical constructs supporting this landscape
I’m blazing, blazing
Blazing _ not so sexual
But ethereal
Surpassing the surreal
Till my words become & is real
I am still possessed by the word
Giving voice,
Furtively giving life
Written on the back of an invoice
Stick a pin
Stick a whole heap o’ pin
From the beginning
A euphoric escalation
This sophomoric capitulation
This verbal ejaculation
This mind fuck
This mental fuckin
Nah I didn’t smoke nothin
I’m just at that point
Where I need to be reborn into somethin
-New-
A metamorphosis needin to occur
To succor a situation
Wherein I reawaken the Mage
Taking a page from the Stone Sage meditation
Be still
Be still
Reined into peace,
Searching for that sound
A signal beacon leading to the profound
The source of growth
The source of flow
As pure as the Lifestream
Searching always for a reason
Not to succumb
Deftly navigating, following that one single truth
It’s a new season.
Glen
Toussaint 2011 ©
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