Excerpts From An Early Morning Acid Trip

This is an old one, more than 10, maybe 15, years ago, back in the day when I could do such things and not have to worry about the terrible after effects.  It amazes me still that I was capable of producing this while peaking on acid, not so much the words, but that I could physically perform the act of writing.  This was the last time I ever did the drug, and I'm glad it was so profound, but I don't miss doing it.  I'm kind of in that state naturally now most days! I sense elements of Walt Whitman in here, and I must admit, I'm a huge fan.  Anyway, enjoy!

How dare my ugly, brutish, clomp-clomp
     Footsteps disturb the routine morning birdsong,
I, sad intruder, awestruck observer,
Watching the world awaken to its own rhythm,
Slow, in its own time,
Whether I pass by to witness it or not.
     I clumsily trod upon delicate Queen Anne's Lace,
     Humble it beneath my feet
When it is I who should be humbled today.
I concentrate on each step, so as not to harm more living things.
And every time I look up, I see the world is a whole different colour.
I hear the day,
Feel on my bare skin the cool, calming
     Touch of early morning peace
And I bathe in the essence of the moment.

Today I came to the woods to find God,
     And I found green,
A more potent sign there never has been.
The darkness of this green, forest green,
Primeval, a full canopy of summer growth,
I was naive to believe the blast of day sun
Could penetrate this realm.
    So a moment, then, to give over my thoughts to green:

    Green is a sound,
     It drapes over me,
    Wraps around me,
     Fills me, moves me,
     A sweet, velvety song
     Sung in low notes, hushed tones,
     That is the sound of green.
     
     Green is a feeling,
     Fine scotch setting the tongue afire,
     Then numbing it,
     It can be felt stirring in the heart,
     And though it can be ignored, abused, or embraced,
     It stays there, waiting.
     It is the feeling serenity leaves in your soul
     When it rests inside you for a spell.

I am feeling so very green today,
I see the spirit in green,
See the cosmic signature it leaves,
The imprint, the aura around all life,
All that lives.
I see the green around me, in me,
Through me, all a part of me,
Part of the whole of all.

I came to the woods today looking
     For inspiration,
And I found the miracles of living,
Have seen all the faces on what lives,
Trees, ground, sky, leaves, flowers, me,
Connected, bound, put together for a purpose,
A single-minded purpose-

To discover our individual gods, to become aware
     Of ourselves, of the green,
    Of the joy of being, of living,
Of taking every moment to heart,
Of life, all life, every life.
I have just relearned to love green,
     To love life,
    And myself,
And it is all one and the same.

As I leave behind the peace in the green woods,
As I step from the gloom of deep forest,
I discover there are so many colours to wonder, to marvel at,
I watch as a butterfly bounces along in its chaotic, maddening way.
Stumbling, I try to follow, to be one with its journey,
Only to learn I am no butterfly.
So I study for a long time and I conclude that
Nothing on Earth flies more beautifully
    Than yellow.