The trouble is ….. you think you were meant to be understood, you were only meant to be felt You think you have a position in relation to something, you don’t You are everything, everything is you you think permanence exists, security exists, stability exists………they don’t exist You think there are words that can capture… Read More The trouble is… you think you were meant to be understood (poem)
As soon as your born they make you feel small, By giving you no time instead of it all, ’til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all, a working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, they hate you if your clever… Read More What happens when you resist the path your soul was meant to walk?
Does it taste like a cheeseburger? Meat, cheese, bun and grease, a milkshake, fries at a truck stop in Kansas en route across the heartland? Is it crunchy like a handful of nuts? Is it light and graceful like a ballerina dancer, swift yet impactless? Or like cold, carbonated liquid? Is it the sensory shock… Read More What does freedom taste like?
When I see how petty my grasping is, my incessant need to hold onto resentments, of others, of myself, I have to laugh, because it is all meaningless. Meaninglessness implies a void, a nothingness I bring to the void pure creation, pure intention, What I wish for deep in my soul, I will have today,… Read More The smile is seeking you
“Nature loves courage.” -Terence Mckenna In my humble opinion, there is absolutely nothing to fear about mushrooms. These are benevolent plant teachers, of earth and of the larger galaxy. I believe my spiritual readiness, my willingness to do what it took to excavate the demons in my self and to bring my shadow side up… Read More Lessons from a 9 gram Psilocybin Mushroom trip