Coming Down
by Jag
A parable of choices all around
Barrels, tabs, Owsley’s cubes abound
Try this try that, no! this is it
So I chanced it, I took that, no wait
I took this, I think?…….and so I am
Kaleidoscopic beauty rushing in
The sights, the music, the conversation and the inner voices
A cacophony of symphonies, a swirling whirling hurley gurley
The sense of perfect harmony mixes in a mental blender
Confusion reigns yet all stands still, I see I cry and yet I smile
Climbing ever furthur ascending thru the void
The knowledge of the cosmos filling every pore
Feeling lost and wandering but surely this is it
Where else can I be hiding, I’m sure that I will find
Exactly what I’m looking for right inside my mind
The summit looms the senses reel, I see, I hear, I speak
Perched precariously upon a flotsam cloud
Creation is elusive, it hides and it reveals
And then when all would seem to be an exercise in futility
Approaching in surreal colors, drawing ever near
I reach the final peak!!
Again the sights, again the sounds but now I find an inner calm
A sanctum where I’ve never been but so familiar it settles in
The whisper of the wind, the gentle sound of histories past attempts
To find the way that only they who dare to go where no one cares
Can only find this peace of mind, can truly see with perfect sight
And then the coming down
A gradual reawakening, a gentle slope that sets the pace
I stroll, I stride, I feel brand new, cleansed and clean
Becalmed amidst life’s furious tide
I’ve caught a glimpse, I’ve seen the shore
And yes there is so much more
Can this be it? Can this be Zen?
Perhaps, but then again?
Oh memories of better daze
And simpler times and long gone haze
jag
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