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Peyote Road                                              ---->THC
Part one:
-Sailed Down Hard-

   -Ancient road-
  Strewed with ancient bones of memories all fading now into the dust
     as I walk my ancient bones down this ancient road.

     -Spirit-
Sailed down hard,
    fast screaming to this world from out beyond that void
            of total darkness. Where light lives brightest
                   once discovered there in that eternal, endless night.

   -Old tree lined road-
Old and wise before ancient bones were laid down in this ancient place.
Trees with memories of wisdoms freely passed
    to those who listen for wisdom held by trees.
Along this road are silent trees
             standing patience witness to what passed
                           will pass along this road.

   -Sailed down past-
The fruitless plain, a flowing greasy-grass
     where you young gentlemen
          brave soldiers in the recklessness of youth
              have laid young bones along this road
                 beside those in their natural age of death.

Each sun bleached relic of a life will join the earth in its on time.
                     -These ancient bones-

  -Zipped zooming down-  
The roaring freight train sound
      made from a zillion brain cells all exploding.
Reloading to implode within a mind gone crazy-wild
           re-birthing. Erased, torn-down
                to be scattered out beyond the stars.

Then recycled back, like an innocent child.
    -Witness me, you ancient trees!-

  New blind eyes burned wide 
    opened to that fire of impossible blue-white light
          burning away the ignorance of night
                as it burns this pure eternal light.

Old bones have time to listen
    when their energy is lost to walk this path.
Old bones are left with time to hear the wisdom in the wind
         blowing tree to wise old ancient tree.
Old bones grow wiser as they scatter on the ground
              going back into the dust. Can we?

   -Sailed down fast-
Hard screaming silence shattering glass-like all about me.
Breaking back into reality of the hard illusion
    hovering miles above tree top high.
Discovered beauty's first time eyes. Filled-full, your color
         blanketing natural wonder expanding
             forever out across rolling mountains
                     all those valleys there below.

Newly decorated in God's own pallet, these autumn hues.

     -Sailed in low-
My vision eagle sharp, narrowed to a spot some miles below.
There laying naked as a newborn, in blanket's wrap
     I slumbered with the mountain
          curled fetal upon a golden Forrest floor. 

Old trees stood witness
     as my fire had died away a night or two before.
Watched while I sailed from that shore of illusion
              at the sound of a raven's caw
                   a panther's single scream against that night.

   -Sailed hard away-
To a place known as Evermore
      to the very best of my recall.
Heaven opened out a cool crisp night of stars
          to show expanding brightly lit forever path
              on the third or maybe fourth night of my fast.

     I was sitting fireside's edge of light.
On the very other edge there stood the dark of night.

I sat tight as stone
    when my fast had overtaken me there in that wood.
I sought to find my path on journey's road, if I could.
Intently searched within that blaze,discovered hidden darkness there for me 
  while searching to reveal that darkened door for which I held the key.

My spirit song grew strong, as Red Wolf pack sang their joy of night.
A spot of darkness opened to the door in that dancing yellow light.

Firmly standing drenched in fears whispering from that dark unknown.
Lurking, brushing close to every side as I stood my darkness, totally alone.

True wisdom comes in the form of wordless voices.
Following close is the sound of relatives, voiceless
        to guide me to my path within that darkness.

My Poko was a pure white male Samoyed
       running along the trail in front,white teeth gleaming
              back in a smile to show my path.

Standing, arms outstretched, on tip-toe there upon illusion's last
      pinnacle of firmament, my blanket fell to ground about me
        as I fell free-fall forward into the great abyss of night.

    -I sailed out hard-
 from time's last vestige of reality's illusion all about me.

All the relatives voices swirled wordless encouragements
  to instruct my flight of free-fall soaring.
They joined into a loving warmth that held me up
      then hurried me along my way.
Fear was reducing to a traveling chill
          quickly working nerves within my spine.

-I whoosh-
 Zip like the bullet's burn
  then witnessed time shatter back to fall away
    where it reveals itself not as some great river
       ever flowing, endlessly on
         but like the ebb and flow of the tides, instead.

Once time stopped, illusion fell to reveal reality
    without fear within that possibility.

The ebb and flow of tides of time ceased its path
     to clearly show no start or end
         but turning back upon itself to form
           ellipses, looping cycles coiling out, forever on.

            -I tear free-
  Exploding nova-like
   when truth reveals the nature of forever paths
     allowing room for love's dance out within the void.
 Where every possibility becomes the true reality
        of lives as single energy, standing always ready.

           -I break back-
  Rocketing
   to a place we travel all as one, together
      on a great path going to the true direction.
I am as a child who walks hand in hand
         with a parent holding answer to a question
             I know not how to ask.
 
  So instead we soar the paths of stars 
      mind-dance to music's free flow from within
           while wisdom freely flows
              from tree to wise old ancient tree..

     ..until I sailed down,

Hard rejoicing.

Chu'a