By Thomas Caterer
It’s nice when you’re high
to say hi
to the spirits of the forest and the valley
and the river and the sea
Implore your lungs to sing a wee
little ditty or a shanty or a song
but when you’re trapped in your hurt, you’re not free
and it’s tough to appreciate the beauty of the forest and the valley
or the river and the sea
Drowning in intricate mazes of thought
come now buddy, wake on up
these habits are leading you astray, and taking you
far from yourself, far away
far away from the peace you crave
Anger keeps you trapped, you’re stuck in the mud
stuck in your past, your heels dug in
do you want to meet the spirits wearing such a frown?
Or carrying so many grudges?
Ceremony and ritual,
herb and mushroom,
chemical and plant,
you’re looking for pathways
but do you want to meet them
with lead in your heart,
black stones for eyes,
and feeling so weighed down?
It’s nice when you’re free,
to say bye
to the demons of your dark cravings;
greed and envy, anger and control
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