Psilocybin

Some of us never stop moving,
yet never enter new places.

Others rarely go anywhere,
yet travel myriad dimensions.

It’s not always our bodies
traversing the ground
or floating across the sky
that moves our souls.

Those truly going somewhere
must take along with them
their unprotected heart,
allowing anything they encounter
to touch them profoundly.

This world is indeed kinetic.

Did you come here:
To walk or to run?
To fly or to swim?
Or just to dance?

Maybe you came
to do all these things and more,
simply by closing your eyes.



Mushrooms are miniature pharmaceutical factories, and of the thousands of mushroom species in nature, our ancestors and modern scientists have identified several dozen that have a unique combination of talents that improve our health.
Paul Stamets

This poem was written on April 2, 2023.

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Brian Mueller

Brian is a poet and graphic designer devoted to finding deeper meaning and beauty through living a spiritual life in community with others. He lives in Dayton, Ohio and practices writing poetry daily. Whenever possible he comes together with others seeking understanding through honesty and personal contemplation.

https://b-drive.us
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