Left alone to breathe by myself, I follow my thoughts through faye mountains, sitting naked on big rocks in the sun, soaking in the days, meditating in the warm rays. I make daisy chains for my beloved and clothe myself from the Willow tree's wardrobe. I can feel the soil grains sift through my fingers, I can feel Wind's breath on my toes...Oh! How nice he blows! My lips speak with the Water trickling deep and listen to it whisper through Wonderland.
It's raining on my back and I'm rolling the Sun into a ball between my fingers. Nonchalantly, I flick it back into the sky. What a pretty wisp am I! Maybe that's what people say, but let's sing ourselves away into another day and come what may, we'll never say it was a Lonley Day. Because we both sang the same song and it wasn't long after that we left behind the wrong and rode a dragon to Mars and had a had a picnic while we watched the sun set over Earth. Our days will be filled with kisses and soul-dancing across the galaxy and they will write about us...they will write about the souls that kissed once and never again parted.
"The Gaian mind is what we're calling the psychedelic experience. It's an experience of the living fact of the entelechy of the planet - and without that experience we wander in a desert of bogus ideologies. But with that experience the compass of the self can be set."
-Terence Mckenna
-Terence Mckenna
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