High Again

Some thoughts on the start of alchemical practice in relation to addiction.

Dancing on the slippery slopes of subconscious streams,

I slip

       into

               a

                 mind trip

where forgetfulness is bliss and relaxing redeems

 

Nowhere to be found, my strength

Nowhere to be seen, the danger

Lacking the discipline to plunge into the clear abyss

                                                                                          lurking below

Sitting down, giving thanks, letting go

 

Irony is realization after the factualness of efficient approach

Too little, too late, it might all be a hoax

The trickster god is playing me, with symbols of delight

A discourse of fun covering up the fright

 

It will all vanish, and change will come,

Yet later then sooner, cause I just begun

The struggle itself the path of the fool

Strength in the base, the core and the seed

Slowly rising, enlightening the deed

 

Dancing

is moving

is falling

is pain

But hurt is a completely different game

 

As words become deeds that dissolve what is left,

And the tricks of the trickster are gained by theft

Maybe I’ll see nothing

As it is

Doing what was done

Because nothing was amiss

 

Author's Note

I'm playing a bit with rhyme here but got some feedback that it doesn't really work. Do you think so? Please let me know if anything needs reconsideration.