Peyote

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