Peyote
Terror comes
As illusions disappear
The familiar comforting world
Dissolves
At first we think distortion
This is not real
Enjoy the hallucination
Hallucination is a portal
An opening into mindfulness
Letting go
The cloud becomes a face
Nothing becomes a place
My hand extends as far
As my eye
The round red face of my
Watch on which hands spin
Laughter erupts at the absurdity
Of time
Who are the beings in this circle
In a tribe stranger has
No meaning
My head is in the sky
There is no head no body
Consciousness floats along
Molecules of me collide
With those of a rose
Is a rose is a rose
Even the words dissolve
Bright hot sun rises ascends sets
The day is over and my ego
Returns in the form of a pulse
Cricket reality
Were you here beside me
All along
Two mouths one kiss
The revelation of the sacred
recedes into dull
Ordinariness the separation
The terror of solitude
The cloud bursts into rain
Yet for an instant a flash
Godhead
Jack, August 2011
