I am thinking through the smoke of the herb.
When was the first smoke of the herb coming to me...
It formed a figure of stars and earth quick which intimidated me,
as if i am going down and down deeper to the earth making holes to the hell,
After touching the depth, i began to fly on the blue sky
to touch the fog that seems to be the clothe of a sheep.
No sooner could i touch the peak of sky,
than i fall down in the chest of a smilkweed.
Like zigzag, touching through the shade of leaves with feather of sun rays
The moment, i had known how simple the life is... smoothly falling down.
down to the bottom of land, crashing with all religious belief,
fighting against all superstitions.. No pain, No sorrow..
But a deeper sensation to realize how the life is terrifying the people.
Love cannot come out in breathe this way only with the help of this herb for wisdom...
I sat there down falling down on the bed.. i got scared to open my eyes for a while..
While i am opening my eyes , i saw the starts are embracing me with touch of feather...
They are speaking slowly.. Everything around me are growing old....
I am more faster than the time, the people are slow..
Why only me is taking this much fast moves!!!!.
The moment, i opened my mind
to meditate about myself deeply on how do i behave to me so.....
crunching the nexus of disturbances... waking up to the freedom..
Actually i was slow with mellow of love in the solo journey of the milk weed.
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