Circled in Timelessness

The clock seemed to have stopped.

I stepped - no -

Popped

From the room and returned

Forty minutes later

But in that time literally

Hours had passed on LSD

I couldn’t believe the clock’s hands

Hadn’t kept pace with my flight

But I had taken wings.

Flapping timelessly.

It was a foray into the axis of reality

And my consciousness was heightened as a cloud

And when I landed

Back in the room I realized

As I shuddered while I stared at the clock

Before my eyes

The simple, single, sincere bird

Is one thing

Though rare, rare as the air

Into which it points it beak

Toward the absolute

Singing to itself

And flying with none

To grasp this is not

So difficult for a moment, ah

But to contain this truth

For the rest

Of life

And be continuously

Circled in timelessness

Takes wings

Takes great love,

Takes great power

To love

One’s Self and love the Other,

This is the hardest thing I have seen that there is to do.

But the thing that must be done in order to be free.

To spread that love and power on

To others

Is to overcome enormous fear

Of what it means to be sentient

And to completely stand before One’s Self

The Self is an absolutely terrifying thing

Simple as breathing in a crowd of madness