ayahuasca
ayahuasca found me,
bolivian stylez
i wanted to sing songs for the ayahuasca plants, happy cheery songs.
i wanted to write poems about ayahuasca.
for now, a blog entry
the do:sage was low (less fortunately)
but oh so healing
embedded as the experience was,
in an ancient ritualized context
i felt so extremely grateful to be there,
to be here.
i learned of myself,
and felt my own pain,
allowed it to be,
and now, a sort of tingling at upper resonances in my heart.
healing, re:membering, re:exploring
smiling at my own inner-femininity
invoking the goddess within me.
the ceremony did not take me for a trip per se — rather, it enabled
me to bring my awareness, acutely, to different areas of my experience
in this life. my mind ceased operating according to program and began
operating in accordance with my soul. i still feel kinda silly using
the word ‘healing’, but come to think about it — that’s what i did. my
poor lil’ heart couldnt’a been happier!
blessings to you on this day